To Tame the Sunflower is to kill its light,

For a sunflower dead is a sunflower without delight

For who can kill a sunflower without their might?

Who would pluck its' petal, without putting up a fight?

To Tame the Sunflower is to be it's only guardian

To protect it with your heart,

And guard it with your life

Who can sense the sunflower's pain except the sunflowers itself?

Who can free the guardian except the guardian itself?

For those of us who desire the sunflower should adhere to its' word,

The sunflower is bright, thus it shall be heard