In fields where the sun meets the earth,
Golden petals whisper tales of birth,
Faces turned towards the fiery light,
Embracing warmth, dispelling night.

Each bloom sways in the gentle breeze,
A dance of joy among the trees,
With stems so strong and heads held high,
They paint the meadow, kiss the sky.

The sunflowers speak of endless days,
Of summer’s love and golden rays,
Their beauty lies in simple grace,
A testament to nature’s face.

As twilight falls and shadows grow,
They dream of dawn, a golden glow,
Forever bound by light’s embrace,
In sunflowers’ dance, we find our place.