April 2, 2007

The interpretation of life. It was once a sunny, cheery sunflower. It withers, slowly crumpling to death. It is still a little beauty to me. The sweet scent is still lingering, shine or rain or even to the brink of death.

Death begets beauty, a life.

I know i’ll be strong again. Time to grow.


  1. The bees will still be attracted to the fading scent and bring the sunflowers back to life elsewhere :)

  2. haha interesting point.

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