Author Information
Sunflowers
Even in the winter’s darkness,
And cold grey days and stormy nights,
In brown barren fields of parched earth,
The sunflower waits for spring’s light.
Under broke stems and bruised blossoms,
In fields ravaged by this world’s storms,
She holds a secret in her heart -
She knows, with love, she’ll be reborn.
A frozen hand with deadly grip
Tries to crush her very spirit,
To steal her light and hopes and dreams,
Even as the past plays prophet.
And one by one they seem to fall
As others watch on in horror.
The icy heart of the monster,
His goal to own or destroy her.
But they don’t see, don’t know her truth,
That she is a Phoenix by right.
Sunflowers return from their seeds,
Just as day surely follows night.
And when the sun shines through again
Filling the lands with its warm glow,
The fields will again be abloom,
With love, where the sunflowers grow.
© Candace/ Silver Dawn
