Walking in Fields
Talking to the sunflowers in the evening,
Their heads are down,
Arched very low,
In a terrible despair,
As if they see nothing left.
I tell them not to be afraid,
That their love will be back tomorrow,
I know it will be better for them.
I speak to them,
Because it make me less alone,
And like them, I am also looking at the ground,
But at least I can keep moving.