Sunflowers

Which way to go eludes, for
Before me sprawls a sunflower field.
I seek a tree, a swing, a boy waiting?
Alas, heed signs to shield.

Golden orb, shining bright, immersed
In sky of blue, translucent air.
The brown and yellow heads sway to a silent tune,
Holding - their secrets of where.

Feet shuffle, shifting soil everywhere
But what my heart sees, let it follow:
Though they are grounded, they are growing up -
Slowly and not too close.

The sun sleeps with them in the night, when
Perhaps their seeds will fall beneath.
They wake to heat's tickles and kisses, unaware
Of their immortal