In fields where golden whispers sway,
Sunflowers turn to greet the day.
Their faces bright with endless cheer,
A silent song for all to hear.

Beneath the sky’s vast azure dome,
They stand like sentinels of home.
Their petals wide, a sunlit maze,
Guiding lost souls through summer’s haze.

With every breeze, they gently bend,
In nature’s dance, their colors blend.
A tapestry of yellow hues,
A gentle muse for poets to choose.

As daylight fades to twilight’s glow,
Their beauty lingers, soft and slow.
In dreams, they weave their golden thread,
A sunlit path where hearts are led.