Scarecrow and the Sunflower

A lone sunflower peaks through the snow
At the end of the night
Reaching out for the dawn
The only colour in sight
 
While below a man made of fabric and straw
Watches the land thaw with the rising sun
 
Her glorious height
Was greater than he’d ever seen
Her summertime light
Bursting through the curtain’s open seam
Dusted his brow with glistening gold
 
Her virgin face
Blooms too high in the sky
For the murder of crows
To ever fly
 
The scarecrow reaches out to touch her sticky vine
 
Her glorious height
Was greater than he’d ever seen
Her summertime light
Bursting through the curtain’s open seam
Dusted his brow with glistening gold
 
He clambers up over rocks and through
Gushing glacier mountain streams and morning dew
In a bound clears a forest wall
His Straw hat flies off in a squall
But then at the peak
His hands on her violet-brown cheek
 
Oh, the scarecrow feels her golden hair brush his face

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