You Are

You are the seed that sprang out of the moist rich soil,

The sun that appeared in the gloomy tempestuos weather,

The bird that tweeted amazing melodies in the morning,

But I shall vision and remember,

The seed that turned into a beautiful bright sunflower, is now dead,

The sun covering up the storm, is now hidden in the dark,

The bird who sang, has stopped and moved on,

What is left now is the memories that you have buried.