Sunflower Field by Nigel Carrington

A sunflower field wakes with the sun,
Golden faces rise, every single one.
Rows of brightness stretch far and wide,
Turning their hearts to the morning tide.

Stems stand tall in patient lines,
Green hope rooted in summer time.
Petals flare like quiet flame,
Each bloom different, none the same.

Bees hum low in a honeyed song,
The field breathes peace the whole day long.
Under blue skies, warm and real,
Dreams grow freely in sunflower fields. 🌻