Sunflower
In the cooling of the day
When the intensity of the sun
Receded into the beauty of the evening
The soft light touched the Earth
She began…
The sunflower unravelled itself
She weaved it through her hands
Opened its flowers to the sky
Stitched it with care and thought
As he watched through his silent lens
And when the task was complete
As if by magic and mystery
The gas lamp whispered ‘Thank you’
And at the ending of the day
Gave out its circle of light
To guide us through the dark
