LEAVING SUMMER

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.Today, I have dreamed about my homeland again. We have been doing incredibly well there! If you are beyond the village fence, if you ascend a hillock, you can see a hamlet like the palm of your hand! What a beauty! What a breathtaking view!

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.Yellow, warm fields, extending across the river, lowered like a sunshine to bring joy to us. There is mustard flourishing. It makes one’s heart warm and mind secure. There are other fields behind one’s back: wheat, barley, and oats. They are still green, their time has not come – pieces of wheat have just started getting ripe and gaining strength. The sunflower is already in bright yellow blossom, though, which promises a good harvest. There are bees buzzing busily above the sunflower, who are collecting fragrant pollen.

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.Sunflower is an interesting plant – it cannot do without the sun! If there are clouds in the sky, sunflower lowers its head sadly, and when there is a fair weather – it feels like a holiday to sunflower. From sunrise to sunset, sunflower, as if it was a human, stretches towards the sun, turning after him. That is why sunflower has such a lovely name.

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.That is how I was growing up, pulling my fair-haired head to the sun.

I did not notice childhood slipping away past me.

I grew up and went to distant lands. Only I dream about sunflowers...
Native land does not let go! #steemit #steem