The Sunflower's Dance

In fields of gold, beneath the sky,
There grows a flower, tall and spry.
Its face turns to the sun above,
And sways and dances with such love.

The sunflower's petals, bright and bold,
Are like a halo made of gold.
Its stem, so sturdy, yet so lean,
Supports the flower's graceful scene.

As the sun moves across the sky,
The sunflower twists and turns on high.
Its leaves, like hands, reach out to grasp
The sun's warm rays, a gentle clasp.

And when the sun sets in the west,
The sunflower nods and takes a rest.
But when the morning light returns,
The flower wakes and quickly learns

To turn its face to the bright sun,
And start its dance anew, so fun.
Oh, sunflower, how you inspire,
With your dance of pure desire.