Sad Sunflower

Why, O beautiful sunflower, do you keep yourself in the shade?
Were you too hasty for escape from the cradle of wild gales;
landing beneath a willow tree, ground barren as desert sands?

Were you trying to be the deer hiding from the summer sun;
mind translating their desire into longings not your own?
now what do you know of sunflower self-love, O little one?

I watch you fascinated with the buzzing of the honey bees
but they miss you in the shadows of your darkening tree
you scribble sweet poems, pungent songs in finest rhymes

yet you barely scratch the surface of why you are crying;
O sad sunflower, the rain and sun you insist on denying
will give inspiration to the great requiem of your dying