In a field of gold, where the sunflower faces unfold,
Their heads turn to the sky, following the sun’s bright eye,
Petals like rays, reaching high in a sunlit gaze,
A mesmerizing sight, bathed in warm and gentle light.
They dance in the breeze, whispering secrets to the trees,
Each one unique, like a golden antique,
Their vibrant hue, a cheerful and radiant view,
Nature’s joyful art, a masterpiece from the start.
As the day goes by, they bask under the open sky,
Their beauty so pure, an endless allure,
A symphony of gold, a story waiting to be told,
In the field of sunflowers, where dreams and sunbeams shower.
And when the day is done, and the sky turns to shades of spun,
They bow in grace, as the sun finds its resting place,
But come the next day, they’ll greet the sun’s bright display,
A mesmerizing dance, in the field of sunflowers’ trance.