As I drove my route back home

When I looked to see dear sunflower

She was dead and cold as stone

I hate to even tell you

Of the sight in which I saw

But if I do not share her story

I fear you’ll never hear at all

Her head stooped hanging low

With a crown of thorns adorned

It appeared a crucifixion

On her very own front porch

Her arms had lost all color

From emerald to deathly brown

Oh the pain! I cannot fathom

As she fell back to the ground

“Oh dear sunflower! My old friend,

How I’ll miss your sunlit rays

And the joy you brought our neighborhood

Through the things you had to say

May your seeds grow deep and strong

Through your incredible sacrifice

You are truly inspirational

As your death brings forth new life

So I’ll water you with my tears

And I’ll cheer to your goodbye

For you were always my favorite flower

Love,

your daily passerby

--Isaac M, Adult