A sunflower stands so proud and tall,
Lifting its golden face above us all.
It greets the dawn with quiet grace,
Welcoming sunlight with a warm embrace.
Though winds may blow and skies turn grey,
It keeps its heart turned toward the day.
A gentle reminder, strong and true,
To seek the light in all we do.
Its seeds bring hope, its petals cheer,
A little touch of summer every year.
So may we bloom through joy and strife,
Like the sunflower—full of hope and life.