Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 In Anticipation

Each dusk they know is nature's way

To tell them that a rest they need

Until next called on for display,

Anticipating, yes indeed.

So as the night falls, they all seek

To take a respite for a while.

Of course from time to time they peek

For time to come, they know they'll smile,

When once again they'll be in place

To welcome surely their best friend.

So to the east, they now all face,

As finally night comes to end.

They danced when dawn opened its eyes,

Sunflowers set for next sunrise.