With These Rains I Do Weep

Withered and wrinkled, the rains that rinse and revive, clearly came too late for this one. A once vibrant and showy beautiful bloom, glowing and so full of Life, weeps   as  it begins to accept and prepares to lay down.  

 A smile that previously lifted and carried the crop   and stood so tall and strong, frowns as it begins   to know it’s just a matter of time. One Hundred   and Seven Days is what Sunflower number Four   was Gifted. With these rains I do weep. 

 Inspirations.