Their pedals burst the color of rejoicement

And lighten any room.

Anyone would be excited

To watch even a dozen bloom.


High, tall, and proud

Darling sunflowers grow.

You have many uses

Like giving aliment

To the precious crows.


Oh, Sunflowers

How you are the promise of'

Hope and good harvest.


This poem is about: 
Our world


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