Apr 8, 2016
Sunflower seeds
lying low in the fields.
Just a little longer the wait
and the field will be all aglow
one by one the sun will touch and signal the seeds to row
their boats in the subsoil sea.
One by one the the bud will turn
its little mouth to the flow
of the life from heaven to grow
From strength to strength
the fields will rise.
There is no end to the surprise
the earth can show.
Your wind swept petals,
the sun will kiss your heart of gold,
and in a tremor of delight the pollen will blow
to impregnate the wind
with the air of the perfume of the soil where you grow.
Sunflower seeds
lying low in the fields.
Just a little longer the wait
and the field will be all aglow
one by one the sun will touch and signal the seeds to row
their boats in the subsoil sea.
One by one the the bud will turn
its little mouth to the flow
of the life from heaven to grow
From strength to strength
the fields will rise.
There is no end to the surprise
the earth can show.
Your wind swept petals,
the sun will kiss your heart of gold,
and in a tremor of delight the pollen will blow
to impregnate the wind
with the air of the perfume of the soil where you grow.
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