One morning I seen a flower facing east
looking at the sun
it followed the sun to say the least
looking west when the day was done
marveled at the sight of what I seen
I watched it all night
it began to lean
without the light
tilting its head
to say it best
as though going to bed
to get some rest
by morning it was where it had been
as though it never ceased
all over again
it was facing the east
now I know the flower
as the sun leads
giving it the power
to make more seeds
as it sips at the soil
getting itself a drink
it seems to toil
more than we think
on a windy day
standing there
the petals blew away
the stem bare
they were scattered around
laying near
on the ground
the seeds for next year
are you refering to the snow buttercups that grow on the rocky mountains they are a beautiful type of flower or the sunflower or daylilies either way these flowers have a very clever design and there instincts are cause for pondering, great poem :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This has such a great image that comes from your words Ernest...thank you for sharing it...Fi