Sunflowers


Sunflowers are blooming in the summer,
And they open to shout to the world their existence.
Flames, turning to the sun in worship,
Praise.
Listening to the everlasting problems,
Of this flawed world.
Buttons, of coal,
Textured, singed
Dreams whispered,
Sang in a song of Posterity,
Sunflowers are burning, burning, burning,
Flames powering the world.
Special, real, warm,
Mutations of vermillion.
Flora of the Living Sparks,
Life.
These are the images,
Sifting in the pollen of
Sunflowers.

by: Connie G.
Marie Murphy School