Sunflowers

field of golden petals around hearts of brown

wobble in the wind and lift their leaves

skyward as they silently call for water

the field stretches for miles like a crown

atop the mounds, atop the hill, nary a tree

just the smiling faces of sunflowers

raising up to worship the golden orb

and fascinate the passersby who wave

at the endless gardens so fair

just an ever-flowing painting by Van Gogh

frozen in the infinity of the horizon