A note to sunflowers

and as i was those months ago sleeping amongst trees, and there is, that i now awake to, the entanglement of limbs that i was bound to find myself within. the blue peaks through the applique of the limbs, bright and familiar, meeting the green of the leaves and the brown of the limbs. the bunch of sunflowers that stand in a light yellow vase, far too weak to carry their weight, balance themselves on the window and look hopefully out towards the way of the sunlight.