Daffodil

You stand, a small ray of sunshine
gallant statue in my garden
among many like you,
with nothing to do all day
but stand,
watch the world go by and
wonder
what the purpose of life is.
Why all the rush?
You want to cry out, tell the world to
stop,
take some time, like you.
A soft breeze blows
Ruffles your velvet petals
As a soft rain begins to fall,
settling like sparkling diamonds
in the depths of your yellow velvet.
Like me, your life is short,
numbered by days.
Days filled with sunshine
and rain.
Soon you begin to fade,
a sun fading into the horizon,
leaving us wondering.