Sunflower
SUNFLOWER
(An Acrostic)
Something magical happens every year,
Under the bird table I built out here.
Not from something that I do,
Food for the wild-life carries the clue.
Loading his beak too full through greed,
One sparrow drops a sunflower seed,
Whereupon it takes root where it lies.
Every day a watch it rise,
Reaching up towards the skies.
23rd May 2021
Sunflower poetry contest
Sponsor - Malabika Ray Choudhury
Copyright © Bryn Strudwick | Year Posted 2021
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