The mystery of the sunflower
Lay bare, like a prophet with calling
What we take for granted
And I do worship the sun
Believe me, I do, Stonehenge stands as altar
The sun flower tells me to
The colour of the sky tells me to
The trees, the birds, in the forest
And the weather systems tells me to
And the seasons sing in praise
Winter tells me to
Beach benches tells me to
Believe me I do worship the sun
Like daffodils, bright in fields
Spring tells me to, life tells me to
I do worship the sun
I am a sun worshipper
The sun flower worship
Lovely, aren't sunflowers beautiful, too!
ReplyDeletethis is one cool twist on the prompt...nice
ReplyDeleteI love your take, so pretty! I loved the view of the seasons and the magic of nature~ So beautiful~
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and dreamy!
ReplyDeleteNice tribute to the flower by the sun worshipper..
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I love all those things as well - we live in miracles!
ReplyDeleteYou know, I never thought about it quite like this - everything does point us to worship the sun!
ReplyDeleteThey are something to adore...sunflowers...they represent so many positive things....love this Kodjo!
ReplyDelete"Beach benches tells me to" should be "tell"
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