sun·flow·er
The sunflower smiles, the sunflower knows.
Unashamed she sheds her clothes.
Unashamed she sheds her clothes.
The sunflower smooth's the restless sky
and lovingly she warms the ground, on which you lie.
and lovingly she warms the ground, on which you lie.
The sunflower knows, the sunflower’s wise.
She sees the doubts within your eyes
and so she takes her sunflower time.
She sees the doubts within your eyes
and so she takes her sunflower time.
Tells the moon to wait and the sun to linger.
Twists the world around her sunflower finger.
Lets you see the wonder of it all.
Twists the world around her sunflower finger.
Lets you see the wonder of it all.
If you’ve learned your lesson well
there’s little more for her to tell.
there’s little more for her to tell.
One last caress, its time to dress, for fall.
My Sunflower bouquet sits happily on a wooden pedestal in my entryway. Displayed in a coffee press ~ Some flowers still fresh and ringed with halos of red and yellow flame-like petals ~ Others going to seed and beautifully beginning to droop. All searching to face the life-giving rays of the sun under a portrait of my Great-Grandfather Collier.
From young seedlings to stately stalks, Sunflowers continue to give. After all the petals & seeds have dropped, their beautiful, dark & handsome heads take a final bow.
It’s easy to see why people love them so much!
Hope you caught my play with the lyrics of the classic tune ~ The Summer Knows. I hope you could hear Barbara Streisand singing as you read ~ I also hope you're looking forward to a really wonderful weekend.
Click my readers to read more about my favorite Sunflowers grown during the lazy days of summer.
