Sunflower Swing

the empty swing beckons whoever will take the risk.
no criteria, no membership, no permission required.
find me and I am yours!

the clear path ends at fields of yellow, pollen shared with bees,
crunchy seeds a gift to birds, oil for your cooking.
flowering faces turned toward the sun, await a new sentinel.

seasons will change, time will pass, soil go fallow.
the earth will turn. new life, new memories will claim the sun