To the Sunflower

Enthralling smile of you With flamboyant flash of yellowish hue As if pure fire made of Seeing you anyone would stop And appreciate your beauty Calling you Nature’s variety Touched by your flagrant flame Onlooker would simply exclaim: “The Hand that designed this feat Must indeed be a great artist!” Thou art so reserved, reticent and coy That as a schoolboy I found you a constant source of joy And you used to lift my mood But in adulthood Many flowers have withered on my eyebrow And many still in my gardens grow But none hath that power to overpower Like you O Sunflower!