The pretty sunflower

In fields of gold, they proudly stand,

With faces bright, they greet the land.

Sunflower, oh sunflower, tall and true,

Your radiant petals paint the view.

In the morning light, you turn to face,

The sun's warm embrace, your guiding grace.

Your seeds, a treasure, sought by all,

A feast for creatures, big and small.

Through wind and rain, you bravely sway,

A symbol of resilience, come what may.

Your vibrant hues, a sight to behold,

A testament to nature's stories untold.

Oh, sunflower, in your golden gown,

You wear the beauty of the sun's own crown.

A beacon of hope, in fields you bloom,

Dispelling gloom with your sunny perfume.

So stand tall, oh sunflower, ever bright,

A symbol of joy, in morning's light.

For in your presence, we find delight,

A reminder of life's endless flight.