Understand Poem by James McLain

You I never understood the final word or why.
And why you understood me never, tried.
When of you,
I thought to well and when I often cried.
How I thought it came to you, my being dear.
Bright sunflowers growing up so green.
The sun it's yellow shine the leaves that wave.
And when the water,
there each secret of it speaking to me, hides.
And it was said it's like the fog,
which spreads across the valley, where you lie.