Sunflowers today, sunflowers tomorrow

 

 

Sunflowers today!

 

Mammoth sunflowers, a field full-blown.

Such blossoms, such heights, no sunflower's known.

And their radiant joy will not be outdone

When all facing east they welcome the Sun—

And that striking family likeness in face!

Soon they will fly to their mother's embrace.

Ah, mammoth sunflowers!  The Ah says it all,

From these late summer days to the first of the fall.

A nursery of suns in these golden hours.

A fairy-tale cosmos of sunflowers.

 

Sunflowers today.

Sunflowers tomorrow.

The greater the joy on the way

The greater the sorrow.

 

Sunflowers tomorrow:

 

Inconsolable, grief-stricken mourners

Who've crowded the field from all corners,

Their faces dark and heavy with grieving,

They gaze at their roots, disbelieving.

They'd never been the daughters of the Sun!—

But children of the Earth, every one,

And never any nearer to her rays

Than where the lowly pond lily lays.

A desolate rustling is all that one hears.

Soon their seeds will be falling like tears.

 

Sunflowers today.

Sunflowers tomorrow.

The greater the joy on the way

The greater the sorrow.