The sixty-two year old farmer picks out the most beautiful sunflower he can spot every morning and places it on his wife’s grave; which is shielded by the shadow of the mature oak tree.

The oak tree stands alone in the middle of the sunflower farm.

The orange, yellow, and red leaves fall from the bare oak tree to the cracked dirt ground piling up with the rest of the departed greeneries.

Only to be accompanied by a small, glossy, black coated crow.

With two obscure eyes, and a minuscule pointy beak,

The bird that brings death wherever he goes;

The death eater watches over the large sunflower farm.

As late fall approaches so does the crow, as well as a warning for expiry.

As the wandering crow emerged over the smallholding of the bright-yellow flowers,

the crow would stare and wait for the day the sun colored flowers would decay.

Weeks passed and the tall yellow flowers began to deteriorate.

The farmer was wretched that his only sunshine was no longer more.

He bends down slowly and grabs a handful of dirt.

The farmer noticed the devilish crow and started to run.

He steps on the lifeless sunflowers and hears them crunch beneath his feet.

The old man ran to chase away the flying death that lurked upon his land.

The crow started to skip on its two tiny feet.

The crow stole the old man’s sunshine, the last joyful hue left in his life, and now all that is left is a field with nothing but shriveled up sunflowers no longer bringing color to the old man’s life.