Fading Splendor
Finding Beauty in Sunflowers’ Demise”
Amidst a field where sunflowers once bloomed,
Now stand their remnants, withered and doomed.
Their vibrant hues have faded away,
As autumn’s touch brings a somber display.
The air is heavy with a sense of decay,
As the sunflowers bow to nature’s sway.
Their golden petals, once kissed by light,
Now wear the colors of the fading night.
Yet, even in death, there’s beauty to find,
A melancholic charm that’s intertwined.
For in their demise, a story unfolds,
Of resilience and grace, as life unfolds.
Each wilted bloom, a testament true,
To the cycle of seasons and life anew.
Their stems, once strong, now bend and break,
Yet a delicate elegance they still make.
The sunflower heads, now drooping low,
Symbolize the passing of time’s gentle flow.
Their seeds, once full of life’s vibrant zest,
Now carry the promise of future quests.
And as the field turns into a muted scene,
A serene stillness, a moment serene,
The beauty lies not in the vibrant array,
But in the fleeting nature of life’s display.
For even in death, the sunflowers impart,
A lesson of resilience to the human heart.
To find beauty in the transient and the sear,
And cherish each moment, far and near.
In the field of dying sunflowers, we see,
The paradox of existence, a poignant decree.
Through withered petals and fragile remains,
We learn to embrace life’s ephemeral strains.
