Flower
By Madeline T
Published 11 September 2022
As people walk past,
their laughter lasts forever.
They come and go,
some stop to look,
others just walk past.
I'm unique in a patch of sunflowers.
As the years go past,
less people come.
People start to wear things on their face.
As more years pass,
I see people picking other flowers.
I realise I'm next,
I drop seeds to start a new generation.