In fields where sunlight warmly spills,
The sunflowers stand with golden wills.
Their faces turned to greet the dawn,
In morning’s light, they are reborn.

Beneath the sky, so vast and blue,
They sway and nod as if they knew,
That life is but a fleeting song,
Yet in their hearts, they stand so strong.

Through summer’s heat and autumn’s chill,
They hold their ground with steadfast will.
A testament to nature’s grace,
The sunflowers in their rightful place.

As evening falls and shadows creep,
They bow their heads as if to sleep.
But with the dawn, they’ll rise once more,
To dance beneath the sun’s encore.