Sunflowers had just started to bloom. And goldenrod. When first the seige began.

Now I only cry alone. Even he won't see it.

He musn't see it. It's his battle. Support the troops who go to war.

It's a war for him. For us. And we may be losing.

I don't want to talk to anyone. A few good friends. Sometimes.

Sunflowers and goldenrod are in bloom again. Colors vivid and rich.

Like treasure. Precious. Here for such a short time. Precious, like our lives.

The final battle resumes.

Who knows if we'll smile when next the goldenrod blooms.