The Last Sunflower
In the dimness of night’s hour
As stars glimmer in the sky
I looked upon a fading sunflower
Withered brown waiting to die
Yet there was a single precious bloom
Glorious as day light in youth
Impervious to inevitable doom
Defying the reality of autumn’s truth
How long shall the sunflower last
Will it live to see winter’s snow
Before it is but a memory of the past
A pleasure and delight we once did know
Nothing lasts forever
This is commonly said
By poets striving to be clever
Seeking to be read
Yet in the beginning God spoke
Let there be light
And from darkness Glory broke
Eternally our delight
Perhaps the sunflower bright and yellow
Contains the essence of that first morn
A way for God to say a daily hello
For all of creation that has to be born
The wisdom of the sunflower is vast
Not to mention mysteries of the universe
All I know is good things fade far to fast
Like the words of this simple verse
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