Sunflowers

The sun wakes day after day

Sending forth its rays

To water the plants with light.

Tender green shoots rise and fall

Some small and some tall

Yet all growing together.

Now yellow beads form on top—

The sun’s golden drops,

Its own life, a sacrifice.

Some shoots accept the sun’s gift.

Others choose to shift,

Grow on their own, and soon die.

Above the black wilted leaves

Arise golden wreaths

Reflecting the giver’s light.

These wreaths are given new names

Bequeathing all fame

To the One who gave them life.

They are known as Sunflowers,

Children of the Sun,

Eternally shining bright.