In fields where golden faces turn to light,
The sunflowers stand, a beacon bright,
Their petals whisper tales of sunlit grace,
Each bloom a smile, a warm embrace.

Beneath the azure skies they sway,
In gentle breezes, they dance and play,
With roots deep in the earth’s embrace,
They find their strength, their sacred place.

A tapestry of yellow hues unfurl,
A radiant sea, a golden swirl,
They seek the sun with every dawn,
Until the day is fully drawn.

And as the twilight softly nears,
They bow their heads, dismiss their fears,
For in the morning, light will break,
And sunflowers once more awake.