The Sunflower Serenade
A necklace of yellow around her base,
surrounds her dark green face.
She shiver's a little as the wind caresses her intently,
She smiles sweetly, loving that he treats her so gently.
Be quiet, whispers the breeze,
So she stand at a freeze, making sure she is ready,
He will be setting soon, and they cant wait
to see his colourful show across the sky, in the late afternoon.
His orange face, sets the pace,
How gorgeous the garden looks,
and as he goes down, she graciously takes a bow.
All night long, no one moves, being watched closely by the moon
until the sun comes out to play,
She stretches her face up to the sun,
and introduces the day with her sunflower serenade.
13 April 2018
Copyright © Chantelle Smith | Year Posted 2018
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