A well planted seed will burrow

and if showered in sunlight will continue to grow.

I once was newly planted, with sparkled eyes,

unwise, but with excitement on the rise.

 

Beginning was enticing with each breath

new adventures experienced with each step.

Closer and closer to the sun I rose

never assuming such light would dispose.

 

As children yearn, with playful minds,

and unbridled content with forgiving skies

Such warmth was eternally savored,

no seasonings could dull its flavor.

 

Now with twilight glooming, though pleasure viewed,

my destined light has begun to allude.

Unknowingly, you’d slowly faded from the start,

and darkened skies quell a once warmed heart.

 

With lonesome dusk comes frigid shadow,

and each passing moment a fleeting glow.

Now cardinal, sparkled eyes lie closed,

hollowed depths, broken joy exposed.

 

My sun departed, no sign of restoration,

but should it be so to renew lost admiration

or even attempt to soften what has been preserved,

you may find a new sun I now prefer.