Autumn begins, and the sunflower makes
Her final obeisance to Mother Sun,
Unaware she will soon fall
To seed the earth and join the cold and dark
That’s meant to come.
Freed from the stalk, no longer sheltered
By large leaves, she'll wilt; her petals sag,
But now, while still at peak and fresh,
Her trusting innocence melts my heart.
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