We dig at the ground with bare hands
The dirt buried deep in our nails
Sun scorching our necks
But the warm earth crumbles away
Welcoming us
We place the seed inside
The buzzing fertile soil
And wait
It takes its time
The sun beats down
But we water it
Nuture it
From the trickle in our can
And with perseverance
A little shoot, begins to grow
The sun, the rain,
The weather is harsh
Battling against our little plant
But the green shoots
Towards the sun
Now matter how much rain
Because that's ok
It learns and grows a little stronger
Before we know it, it is tall and high
We dance around it
Trying to caress it's leaves
With the tips of our fingers
That little push
And little sun
And her head blooms and blossoms
Dazzling our eyes
'Look at our sunflower!' we cry,
Smiles wide, eyes sparkle
'Isn't she beautiful?'
And indeed she is,
Her face streches towards the sun
Rays of light illuminate her face
In our bliss, we snatch a few seeds
Popped in our mouth,
Cracked with our teeth,
Slipped down our throats,
But we do keep one
Pressed in our palms
As I look out
I can see our beauty is alone
A field streches
Vast and ominous
You see it too, and me
And you smile,
'Let's get to work.'
We crouch down next to our masterpiece
Knees in the firm soil
And together,
We begin the dig🌻
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A/N: I hope in anyway, my emotions in that piece could be understood.
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