sunflower

i admire the sunflower.
it stands steadily with pride
and its bright yellow petals
somehow seems to be cheerful all the time.
each time i pass by them
i cant resist but to smile.
how beautiful they are
and how perfect my life is!


all the time,
sunflowers faced the direction of sunlight
they know very well
the way that leads to blooming and survival.
walk towards that path of light
open ur eyes wide
examine whether that is the way.
because it hurts watching how it kills people around me
no longer that gorgeous pretty flower
but a dead burnt weed.