Sunflower Amidst the Roses
In gardens, where roses bloom in vibrant hues,
A solitary sunflower proudly stands,
Amidst their elegance, it shines and renews,
A golden beacon, nature’s guiding hand.
Its face, a radiant disc of golden rays,
Unfolding petals, like a morning’s fire,
Embracing sunlight’s warmth in humble praise,
It paints the canvas with a golden desire.
Amidst the roses’ fragrant, perfumed breath,
It stands apart, a symbol of pure grace,
An emblem of resilience, even in death,
Its vibrant spirit none can efface.
As petals dance, a ballet of delight,
The sunflower holds steadfast, strong and true,
A testament to beauty’s endless fight,
Against the shadows, it shines through.
For in the midst of roses’ fragrant blush,
A sunflower stands tall, with noble might,
A gentle rebel, nature’s fervent hush,
A testament to courage, pure and bright.
So let us celebrate this golden bloom,
Amidst the roses’ delicate embrace,
For in its presence, life transcends the gloom,
And poetry unfolds with tender grace.
