Sunflower

we planted a sunflower, it rose like the sun
now it’s brighter than we ever thought it’d be
sometimes I miss the days when it was young

out in the garden, by the winding oak tree
the woodbine vines grew their roots strong
they climbed each day to see above the evergreens

early in may, in the brush the birds took new homes
to songs of how winter had lost the war
the first of true leaves from the ground had finally shown

sometimes the way it shines
you need to look to find it
sometimes the way it shines is cold
sometimes the way it shines
you need to look to find it
sometimes the way it shines is gold

it grew past the fruit trees, and wasted no time
it turned and followed the arc of the sun
braced in the storms to the trellis when the wind was high

the days are like honey, the nameless weeks unseen
the months are driftwood in rivers that flow
if I could hold off the cold for the flowers and the bumblebees

time gave way to wither, and wouldn’t take water
towered above us but couldn’t stand tall
we gathered the seeds that would be the sons and daughters

sometimes the way it shines
you need to look to find it
sometimes the way it shines is cold
sometimes the way it shines
you need to look to find it
sometimes the way it shines is gold

sometimes, I don’t need a change
the way I need some time to go slow
(sometimes we don’t need another change)
the way I need some time to go slow