With these Rains I do Weep.
Withered and wrinkled, the rains that rinse and revive, clearly came too late for this one. A once vibrant and showy beautiful bloom, glowing and so full of Life, weeps as it begins to accept and prepares to lay down.
A smile that previously lifted and carried the crop and stood so tall and strong, frowns as it begins to know it’s just a matter of time. One Hundred and Seven Days is what Sunflower number Four was Gifted. With these rains I do weep.
Inspirations.