In a Clique of Sunflowers

She loves to wear her long green gown she lets her yellow hair hang down Her brown face turns up to the sun the transformation now is done She runs out to the garden to meet her sisters there they tremble in the morning mist they bow their heads in prayer She soon connects the circle with hands so cool and green her brown boots shuffle in the soil like roots she stands between they sway to piping wind songs they bask there in the light They giggle through the showers and whisper 'til the night She takes their seeds of wisdom inside to bake a cake Sunflower muffins on the sill for phantom friends to take Her sisters of the circle are murmuring her name She can't fit in the world inside she'll never be the same Now she belongs, she's in a clique she's not the last one to be picked Inside she's small, unloved and plain but gardens grow a healing strain Of all the gifts she yearns to share she's beautiful and special there. Ther's no one left to bid goodbye she shuts the window with a sigh The moonlight glows on sleepy heads Sunflowers sleeping in their beds She digs her toes into the ground soft and warm and all around Her sisters brush against her sleeves She reaches to embrace their leaves You're one of us they seem to croon As their garden grows beneath the moon.