In fields where golden whispers sing,
The sunflowers sway, a gentle ring.
Their faces turn to greet the sun,
In morning’s light, their dance begun.

With stems like pillars, bold and bright,
They stand through day and into night.
Each petal tells a story old,
Of warmth and light, of tales untold.

In breezes soft, they nod and sway,
A silent hymn to break of day.
Their yellow crowns in sunlight gleam,
In fields of gold, they softly dream.

Oh, sunflowers in endless rows,
In your embrace, the daylight grows.
A symbol of the sun’s embrace,
In nature’s dance, you find your place.