The Song of the Sunflower

was it the yellow of your bright petals
or the way you danced in the breeze
that I brought you home from fields
was it the strength of your upright stalks
or the camaraderie, your solidarity

there in the sun you sang hope
songs that filled a mourning heart
there in the wind you whispered
plaintive farewells on conflicted air
fill this grieving with consolation

outside my bedroom window lay
this lush bed of leaf and bloom
here in season this heart remind
morning greetings, eloquent sway
your grace betray rich folly of war.

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