The eye of the sunflower Stares into the clear skies; Acres of bright, yellow effluence Mimic The sweetness of innocence. Red earth Weaves a dissolving silence Into the wilderness of the valley. The phantoms are exiled to meditation By the sweetness of innocence. In the chosen web, Stirs a fly, vanquished to submission. The pastures of winged worlds are closed And the prey trembles With the sweetness of innocence.