The sun cries. Lonely in the sky, where birds fly- they pay no attention. Clouds roll by, fading. Sunflowers fighting for warmth- using him, only to close back up at night.
Memories clinging onto boughs growing into the skies of evermore rooted in the past scented with eternal remembrance tinged with shades of wistfulness Burgeoning with each passing day yielding fresh fruits to savour