I do love to sit in the warm sunshine
as it moves radiantly on a daily flight.
Across the scene spreading warmth,
till comes dark shadows of the night.
The Harvest moon shines until dawn,
Lifting a dark curtain by its lunar lights.
Shadowy figures criss-cross the fields,
As it casts treetop's most eerie sights.
A sunflower's life is a dependent one,
Needs everyday's most fine sunshine.
Provides gold nectar to feed the bees,
Is where beautiful butterflies all do dine.
If I could talk or somehow communicate,
I'd reveal to the whole world of my plight.
All to please never waste light of the sun,
For it makes each a special day, so bright.