Sunflower Poem by Ima Ryma

Sunflower



When the young sunflower does bloom,
It tilts with the sun through the sky.
Studies of this do assume,
To get pollinators nearby
To feel the warmth of this flower,
And thus do visit as a guest,
Exemplifying the power
In the bloom's pollinating quest.
When the sunflower does mature,
The urge for visitors has ceased.
Still wanting the sun's warmth for sure,
It stays pretty much facing east.

Each morn the sunflower is one
Set to welcome the rising sun.

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