On the days of summer,
While the garden called the workers,
The farm stood beautiful—like her dress.
Long days of sunflowers,
Necks lifted in full bloom,
Smiling at the beauty of the sun.

Amid the farmer’s struggle,
Not a single moment was missed.
Not even fear could cross his path—
He was sure the rain wouldn’t come,
He believed the sun would never forget him.

But deep in the corner,
Everything became unpredictable.
Still, she smiled through the fading light,
He feared her love was fading too.
Was it the sky?

He had no doubt in the weather
When the sun stood high,
But he felt the pain
When she chose to leave.

The faith of the farmer cracked
While the smile of the wound cried