In fields where sunlight weaves its golden thread,
The sunflowers stand tall, their faces bright.
They dance with the breeze, in a silent spread,
A testament to nature’s pure delight.

Their petals stretch wide, like arms in embrace,
Reaching for the sky, in endless grace.
In their presence, shadows find no place,
For they turn to the sun, and shadows chase.

Beneath the azure sky, they swathe the land,
A sea of yellow, vast and grand.
Each flower a beacon, a hopeful stand,
In the heart of summer, a golden band.

Oh, sunflowers, symbol of the sun’s warm might,
Your beauty fills the days and warms the nights.
In your fields, the world feels right,
Bathed in your ever-glowing light.