sunflower

 
 
setting the tempo I begin to flow  
gentle honey relieving some stress  
reaching for the skies, I touch blue  
releasing my sorrow into the atmosphere  
 
picking up the joy of the natural world  
doing what it was intended to do  
flowers swaying in the wind  
birds singing, springtime mating  
they mate for life and so do I  
 
my soulmate and I reuniting slowly  
to love this way is to hurt  
to laugh you must also cry  
 
confronted with my heart I realize  
my sincerity is altered  
I get saddened then I refocus  
 
Beauty is available for those who look for her  
even in the wickedest soul, there is something beautiful  
concentrating on the positive I dream  
 
of better days with my love in the garden  
nature hasn't betrayed me she is honest  
the green and the blue of it still exist brand new everyday  
 
I will wait for the latter rain to revive me  
my melancholy a symptom of my sorrow  
I introduce Sorrow to the garden  
she peeks around and finds her place among the sunflowers