My Sunflower

The wind is spanking the window The darkness of the gloomy sky shades My hope , buried in a land where a flower I can’t sow The fog in my way never fades ‘Nope’ is all that I’ve been getting for several times in row The fog in my day was sever; I couldn’t see the joyful parades By a rop I was tied up like a cow Like a smelly hog I am ; an object of trades But I won’t conform and bow I’m a machine but with sharp blades I can shoot my goal with my own bow The wind is spanking my window The darkness of the gloomy sky fades My flower in my land is now to grow Gigantic sunflower it is ; from the bad weather me it shades