Enthralling smile of yours With flamboyant flash of yellow hues As if made of pure fire Seeing you anyone would stop And appreciate your beauty Calling you Nature's variety.
Touched by your flagrant flame Onlooker would simply exclaim: 'The Hand that designed this feat Must indeed be a great artist!'
Thou art so reserved, reticent and coy That as a schoolboy I found you a constant source of joy And you used to lift my mood But in adulthood Many flowers have withered on my eyebrow And many still in my gardens grow But none hath that power to overpower Like you O Sunflower!
