The Sunflower and the Moon (2nd Edition)

Late Spring

I need more light said the sunflower to the moon,
 my leaves crave your dalliance.
I have given you all I can, dear sunflower,
 you know my heart belongs to the sun
 and in his light I must bask.
But surely, my moon, you can give me more,
 I crave your light during these long, cold nights.
I am sorry, dear sunflower, but I cannot give you
 what you ask, though be sure, I will always
 look down upon you with a smile.
Thank you, my moon, as I wither away
 I will take your kind words as solace
 as I languish alone in the dark.

Early Fall

I see you have weathered the summer, dear sunflower.
Yes, my moon, I am now reduced to root and stems,
 my seeds now dispersed on the wind.
I am  sorry, dear sunflower, that I could not
 give you the light you craved
 but my thoughts were often with you.
Thank you, my moon, your crescent smile
 helped me more than you know.
I am glad, as you are one of my cherished flowers,
 your brightness and unfolding my favorite distraction,
 but dawn is near and I must meet the sun
 just as the dew is already forming on you.
Yes, dear moon, the dew are my tears
 look away from me now as I cry,
 do not comfort me over my unworthiness
 to feel your light.