Flower

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.