When the Sunflowers Fall

Once fluffy golden down

Crispened and darkned.

Holding on for dear life,

Yet soon they will fall;

And with each petal that falls,

A part of me falls with them.

Twisted, crushed leaves,

Bruised and darkened,

A bittersweet aroma arising

From the stems.

You notice these things--

But I notice something old,

Something beautiful

Taking place, a cycle, older

Than time. These flowers,

they will die, and give rise

To something new,

Something beautiful.

I can only hope that when

I die, something new and

Beautiful arises from

My ashes.

#poetry

#Van gogh