An original poem by Noe and Cindy
Sunflower ...
The sun calls out to you;
Please open that your beauty may be true.
Your lovely colors are your own,
Your splendor must be shown.
Sunflower ...
Your life was meant to be seen
By all who the sun do chase.
Hide no longer in your own embrace;
Unfurl your petals and beautify our little scene.
Noe and Cindy
copyright © May 2018
