Sunflower Elegy Poem by Ima Ryma

Together the sunflowers bloomed,
Enjoying the sun overhead,
Not knowing that they soon were doomed,
Their lives cut short to end up dead.
A large form was coming toward them,
Carrying a vase and shears that
Be ways and means that would condemn
Them to a fatal habitat.
One by one each sunflower be
Snipped off and placed into the vase,
In an arrangement handily,
Not all of them the sun to face.

When sunflower cutting is done,
They're allowed to die in the sun.