Sunflowers

- Ivan Blackford (California, USA)

Upon your bed side where a vase of sunflowers sit.

The color yellow paints it’s very bit.

It faces the sun, its true everyone admits.

But when nights grow dark and sun no longer lit.

In warm blankets, it faces you resting in it.

A bright thing indeed.

With a sunny look and beauty I agree.

You both bloom with glory undefeat.

What was once a small seed.

Is now grown and smiling free.

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