in a sunflower heart-shaped arch.
The flowers all peer towards the east
and behind lie the glorious cliffs
of Worm's Head on the Atlantic ocean
and for once there is joy etched on her face
because gloom doesn't belong in this place
on a somnolent sunny August day
sunflowers in the field swaying in the breeze,
a little piece of Nirvana.
But all beauty is transient,
they'll wither, but not just yet
and all her troubles melt like morning dew
feeling overwhelmed by the gorgeous view.