Sunflower

Her rainbow patterned sweater soared Past her falsely colored headboard.
She’s an artist of fate and fortune
Her love is shared in the smallest of proportion and on cloudy days she brings out the sun, She steps on the rain and picks flowers for fun.

She does what she wants she needs no advice she runs through time in her own paradise.
She runs through fields of gold till the day she grows old and her radiant beauty is a sight to behold.

Now the moonlight flows through her silk dress and the stars fall for it’s her they try to impress.
The prophets they did speak of you divinity you read your books and dream of infinity.

She smiles and brings happiness to all the lonely people, for her the love struck poets built a cathedral.
The wise men stand astounded at her rose wrapped words, she attracts kind sorrow and elegant birds.

The music plays to the beat of her walk and the world listens patiently when she decides to talk.

She stands to free the soulless river and takes all the beauty the world will give her.
She smokes s joint and hugs the sky the meaning is shown but she still asks why for she knows more than anyone can say, she kisses the night and strolls through the day.

Delicate petals will follow you without a breathe.
In the end the sunflowers will kneel to you and keep you alive far after your death.