Flower Scorched With Sunshine Poem by Mohammad Yousef

By Mohammad A. Yousef

In the midst of fields bright,
a flower stands, bold and proud,
its petals, once soft like whispers,
now crisp, curled,
the color drained by endless rays.

The sun beats down,
a relentless drummer,
playing a tune only the thirsty can hear,
each note a reminder,
of warmth that sometimes burns too deep.

Leaves droop,
the green edges turning brown,
thirsty roots digging into dry earth,
seeking cool whispers from below,
but finding only warmth buried deep.

Once it danced with grace,
swaying in the gentle breeze,
smiling at clouds that painted the skies,
now it waves a tired hello,
as shadows stretch, seeking solace.

Yet still it holds on,
against the heat and the hum,
glistening with drops,
sweat of a long, hot day,
and in the heart of a blazing afternoon,
it dreams of rain's sweet songs.

Oh, flower scorched with sunshine,
what stories do you tell?
Of days soaked in golden rays,
when joy and warmth wrapped you tight,
before the fierce hand of summer took hold?

You stand,
a testament to the power of light,
the resilience of those who endure,
who shift and change,
even under those fiery beams,
searching still for life and laughter,
shunning defeat with a quiet, steadfast strength.

In this open field,
with patterns woven in the earth,
your fragile beauty holds its ground,
a reminder that even under the heat,
life persists, blooms,
and in the depth of life's furnace,
finds a way to rise,
just as the sun,
always returns, always shines.