Sunflowers, From A Musing Of Sorts…

The seed, the soil, the seedling and shoot,

To stem that settles, in ol' wellington boot.

Some lone, almost coy, some stout and bold-faced,

When you think they're all over - one more joins the race.

Once water replenished, who be tallest of all?

Ye all be so different, some grand and some small. 

Bees poised all adoring, the butterflies' kiss,

The beauty before me, a token of bliss.

Seed for the wildlife, in winter's harsh bite,

May the garth be your welcome for next year's new life.

Spring bringeth rebirth, for they are not done,

The sunshine doth come, in more ways than one.

Hello again, sunflower, that beams in the wind,

The impresa of happiness, that flows from within.

 

Blessed be, The Sunflower.

 

 

© 2023. Mrs WH