And in a field of waving grass
A flower grows
First yet shyly though
As she learns to dance
to the sighs of the wind
She discovers her gift
to blossom
Graciously she rises,
waves her way up
and opens her heart
to let the rays of light
come in
To reunite
and to merge
with her beloved, the sun
©RoseGirl2018
The eternal lover, the sun. Beautifully described, the blossoming of the sunflower.
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