Sunflower sentinels,
Which stood so tall
Over summer bounty,
Now droop,
Seeds falling
From their bronzed heads.
No longer need at their posts,
They wane.
Yet let them
Fear not:
The fruit they so
Carefully guarded
During summer's
Young-blooded haze
Will last the winter,
And in the spring,
New shoots will
Sprout, kicking and
Screaming fresh life
For them to tend,
Their helios manes
Proud and swaying.
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