Poem for Today

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.

August 2014