You start out as a little seedling
Breathing in each crisp breath that
Autumn has brought to you,
Just for you the sun shines
While your father makes up funny ryhmes,
Just for his little sunflower,
Blossoming while towers fall down,
You grow and grow
Doing the same as every other Sunflower
Then the Towers build up again,
Chilled by the crisp breeze,
You willingly wait for the rhymes, The Sunshine in your eyes,
Your a Sunflower my child,
-K.R.
K