The beauty and the shine,
Catches my eye.
Beautifully flowing petals,
Blow in the mid-day wind.
Fields of this beautiful creation,
Live within me.
They shine in the lowering of the sun.
They glisten as the rays hit them just right.
Clearest blue sky, that summer.
The word Sunflower,
Brings back the most wonderful memory.
Standing there, Admiring this beauty.
Something else catches my eye.
And out of the millions of Sunflowers,
Here you come, the one I call my love.
