Sunflower,
Like a bowl
You catch sunshine
And serve it fresh to us
Trapped inside our houses
By the cold.
Sunflower,
Your petals
Imitate the sun
Rays in primary red
Straight from a Crayon box
To our eyes.
Sunflower,
You give us
Green of summer,
Yellow of sunrise, orange
Of fruit from a southern clime,
Purple of sunset.
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