I see
you're sick,
sad Sunflower...
It seems Sunshine
left a fiery footprint
on your face,

now you're
downtrodden
with rough petals
burned rotten,

wilted wills
swaying
silently to the
long lost thrills
of the fickle breeze

half dead
lazy lung
head hung low
a dumb tongue, stung

eyes staked
to the ground
words unsung,
nothing left to grow
crispy leaves crunching
You know where to go but
there's nowhere to go

stem frail, curled,
and crumbling  
a sad spirit stumbling.

I found the seeds
that were stolen from your eyes
like dreams from a child
and I planted them