Mar 2020
Following a radiant gaze,
And bringing light to the second phase.
Tracing the path of the scorching light,
Yet drooping it’s head in the mild night.
Clouds shall darken the sun dried sky,
But the trooper keeps it’s head held high
In the tempest of winds screeching loud,
The sunflower still stands, tall and proud.
And bringing light to the second phase.
Tracing the path of the scorching light,
Yet drooping it’s head in the mild night.
Clouds shall darken the sun dried sky,
But the trooper keeps it’s head held high
In the tempest of winds screeching loud,
The sunflower still stands, tall and proud.
I’m not dead (well obviously), I’ve just been stuck at home and not seeing much new or doing anything wild, so my words are lacking their “power.”
