I live in a forest of fallen sunflowers, old and wise, they speak to me of the days gone by
When the sun sets among the wilderness blaze, they tell me night is befalling, and I must make my departure
They tell of decades ago, how they’ve watched as humans lived their lives, most rotten in nature
They spoke of the one that used to tend to them, how gracious and kind, how pure and warm
For the sunflowers spoke with melancholy, for they knew that their former caretaker was well gone
So for a moment they wept their tears of seeds, and sung soft melodies of their former caretaker
They spoke to me and warned of the evils of humanity, how they were too once the victim of the evil
They asked why humans destroyed what’s beautiful around them, why they wish to sabotage what keeps them breathing
But they spoke to me and said I was a rare human, one that had good intention, and a sensitive heart
As night began to fall, I left the forest of sunflowers, carrying their tearful seeds
To spread as I walked away, to maybe rejoice and create life once more
The forest I hope will remain tomorrow, that it stands the test of time