Oh, young sunflower! facing east towards the Sun. You follow her for hours, till dusk when day's done. Her light shines bright; colors -- vivid and deep. But when her light ebbs do you droop and weep?
Every summer afternoon I sit in my porch, And admire the most exquisite view, Sun rays embracing the sunflowers, Loving them in a way no one ever cares to do.
