Sunflowers Tale

Written this morning, enjoy.

Sunflowers Tale


Fallen from my mother
I was picked up
and placed carefully
in a warm bed


Woke up early
from my sleep
and saw my first view
of the bright yellow sun


Warmth and Water
my fullfilling elements
as i grew in my
little nursery


Little shoot moving
Slowly towards the Sun
Awaiting the move
to the great outdoors


Growing tall outside
in the sun and the rain
happily watching
the birds round the drain.

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