The Sunflower.
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 darkening 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.
Takes in the cool summer rain.
Lion of flowers yields to deluging hours.
The sunflower silently sighs
Then smiles again.