Sunflower.

Every day the well-aged seeds
stand up tall above the weeds.

Nature's beauty in round face.
Yellow petals out of place. 

Every day I plan to lend
from the dirt; gifts for a friend.
Every day turns to morrow.
Shallow intent to borrow.

Every day more falling leaves.
Nothing tall above the weeds.
Frost brings truth realized today.
Alas! Nothing gold can stay.