Towering tall, and smiling benignly on all
The sunflower stands.
Giant of heart and of limb.
Soaking up power, as hour by dazzling hour
The sunflower stares, face upward
And heat pours in.
Unseeing eyes, searching threatening skies,
The sunflower waits.
Thirst quenches growth all around.
Motionless leaves curl as they beckon the breeze.
The sunflower sinks feet deeper
Into parched ground.
Glistening seeds, bubbling in mane of wet gold,
The sunflower drinks
Deep of the cool summer rain.
Lion of flowers yields to deluging hours.
The sunflower sighs - unheard
Then smiles again.
Fay, a very good piece of work with some excellent lines...'bubbling in mane of wet gold'. done it for me.10/10
Another way of looking at a flowering plant. As though it were in the Animal Kingdom. Interesting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful creature in its own right.