Have you ever seen a sunflower,
How her face follows the sun?
Minute by minute, hour by hour,
Until the day is done.
As if admiring an older brother,
That shines high up in the sky.
Could they be from the same mother,
And he's the sparkle in her eyes?
And when the night falls she will turn,
Her face back to the east.
All night to see his face she'll yearn,
And consequently, gets no rest.
8/16/11 Aton Texas
every poem is a story and everything around us has a story to tell.... this poem is beautiful :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
every poem is a story and everything around us has a story to tell.... this poem is beautiful :)