A crimson, vibrant, splattered speck

       drifting, humming 

the one song

     My Mom always sang to me

     You are my sunshine;

My only

Drizzles of golden, rosy mist floating

falling 

Warm; my mother's hugs 

She never wanted me to feel cold

                  Like she once did

    All alone

So the sunflowers show

  Bloom, spreading their golden arms

Stained by the twinkling, sunset haze

          Teardrops trickling down the stem

                Dwindling into the soil

swirling,

dancing                       In the very roots      

       You are home

           To all the bees

             And the butterflies     

In the dusky, thick air engulfing light

                          Still, you show

Because you are home

     You are my sunshine;

My only.