I sit in a world created by a small handful of seeds.
Halls of stems rooted to the ground.
Sturdy columns of green supporting a thousand suns.
Soft beams of light seep through the gaps in the walls,
striving to break through into my castle.
I lay on the comforting soil,
staring up at the ceiling of clouds.
Longing to reach out and flow my fingers through their soft puffs of white.
I think to myself, this is a moment I will remember.
Now the garden is just a small yard of grass,
and the columns have died.
The suns no longer bloom,
and my castle is gone.
The sunflower walls that built my childhood
are left in the beginning chapters of my life,
closed away in a photo album
stored somewhere on a dusty shelf.