Titles are Overrated

Part 72

Buried in the dirt,

cradled by the dark,

waiting to rise.

Slowly setting your roots,

sprouting from your seed.

You grow to face the sun,

always looking for the light.

You glow and grow

until the light fades away

from your soft yellow petals.

Eventually you start to wilt

and waste away.

Hope's husks

covered in cobwebs,

drooping down

and back into the ground.

You're a sunflower