Sunflowers are my roses;
They look bright, sunny and cheery,
But then they are rather lonely and sad,
Resisting with all their might
To keep their faces from bowing down,
Struggling to greet the warmth of the sun…
They eventually tire out
And wilt away as the sun’s last warm kisses
Bade them goodbye.
And as they wilted,
They exhaust strains of their strength,
Fighting to keep their faces up
And return the sun’s warm kisses
