Sense of Transition

Sunflowers reach toward the sunFate entwined, never one Honeybee's lifetime serves the youngRefined palette, honeyed tongue Raindrops streak the windowpaneTears fallen, gone again White noise as the static creepsMusic lost, radio weeps Blood shed on an open fieldMuddy soil, wound healed Future presents an uphill climbPast repeats, every time Eugi's Weekly Prompt: Transition