Little sunflower in a storm

blowing briskly against the wind

pushing against the gray gayle

shining in the sea of darkness.

Resilliant and blowing in the squall

until the beams reach through the clouds

to drive the doubting clouds aside

and the storm finally abates.

As the sunflower glows with glory

in awe of its maker and namesake above

shines in awe of the little bloom

dripping with dew so far below.

Hey everyone!! I hope you liked this poem. Sunflowers are so cheerful and bright. I had fun contrasting them with the darkness of a storm. Let me know what you think. 

--- Eliana