Sunflower Dream

Sunflower Dream

Pulled to the towering presence
I sat beneath your form,
looking at your golden yellow
swaying petals.

I felt as a huge bumble bee,
dancing in your face.
Looking down at me,
you offered your leaf.

And we danced,
in the song of the whistling wind.
You and I, sunflower.

If I were to love any flower,
it would be you.
My second love would be,
the callalily because it’s fun to say.

But you, you are first.
Tall, yellow, lanky grandstand.
I watched you and your friends,
swimming in the see of meadows.

Peaking to the horizons,
letting the insects admire,
and love you.
I think I may too.

Your simple pleasure.
You are a streamline delight.
Your happy face,
showers my glow.

Sunflower, I will come back and play.
I will let you tower over me,
and we shall hold hands,
just like we had before.

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Sharing the twistings, and musings that twirl in my mind. Hoping others can relate, or at least enjoy... To know more about me personally you can visit my website at Mind Retrofit.
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2 Responses to Sunflower Dream

  1. alienhippy says:

    Oh this was fun my lovely, it made me really smile.
    I giggled at this bit…you are so wonderfully silly. I just love who you are.

    “My second love would be,
    the callalily because it’s fun to say.
    But you, you are first.
    Tall, yellow, lanky grandstand.”

    hehehe….that’s just SOOOOO wonderful Pinky.
    I think the sunflowers need to take over the world. πŸ˜‰ xx
    I love it!!! And I love you too, you Wonderfully Wired quirky butterfly!!
    Lees. xxx πŸ™‚ xxx

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