I watch the petals fall from grace
As evening calms the day
A Sunflower late in finding root
An innocent bouquet
The seeds are scattered in the dusk
And with its dying curl
The Sun will shine where beauty stood
To prosper this new world
And little birds that God adorned
Who live upon the wing
Draw life from these who do not toil
Then to their God they sing
So we who by their beauty gain
Must follow paths of Grace
Like Sunflowers of September
As new ones take our place
