Hey sunflower:

tell me why?

why do thee Always look towards;

That haughty Sun, 

in admire;

Its scorching heat, makes living hard.

Birds avoid; and human despise.

There is Rose, there is marrigold.

Both leave when sun is bold.

Your leaves are drying, crying to die.

yet you avoid, the advice of wise. 

“Leave the Sun, find another ground.

Your beauty will glow, flourish abound!”.

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