Flowers of The Sun

With my head hung in neither sadness nor shame, I stand with shoulders dropped.

Shoulders which appear to carry an unbearable weight which, as the day draws to a close, intensifies and so they succumb to it’s heavy load.

I am not alone.
I am one of many although one of many lost within a crowd of beautiful yet identical faces.

We stand together and we move together, slowly pulling protective arms tight around us as the sun sets, dusk descends and twilight finally announces nightfall when we are plunged into a silence and, with heads bent, listen to nature’s nocturnal symphony.

And so we stand expectantly, awaiting dawn and the light and warmth it brings slowly providing us with the strength and joy needed to lift our heavy heads and once more turn our faces to the sun.