Ozymandias Not.

I have not been in the garden for a while and this morning I was taking time pulling weeds and looking around, noticed the sun on the dehydrated sunflowers made them golden and Golgothian shadow puppets thrown on the exterior wall of the house they are planted in a military row alongside; one however threw its arms out and took the sun on in a challenge for the hot brief moment it dared encroach on the maddened flower head. Look on my works, the sunflower cried out, and despair.