Sunflower

Thought and soul soften

Still as a green pasture

As I think of you often

My golden aster

Bright as the sun

Intricate as a flower

The scent of the Son

The light of the hour

Peace is in your presence

Like a beacon you beckon

A haven in its essence

You bid come well or broken

Whether wild in the wood

Or tame in the garden

Beautiful, true, and good

Submissive to the Warden

In the midst of many others

Your colour catches my eye

My sister and brother

As the pallet of a sunset sky

I pray to help the Gardener

To water and watch you grow

To lend a hand to endure

Plant a couple seeds to sow

I'm here to the end

A welcoming bower

Cherished friend

My sunflower