In fields of hurt, where shadows lay,
A tale of healing finds its way,
"The Sunflower and the Sky," we name,
Their journey through sorrow's flame.
She, a sunflower, once vibrant and gay,
Now wilting in the dark's dismay,
He, the sky, so vast and wide,
With gentle rain, he stood beside.
He whispered comfort in her ear,
Wiped away each painful tear,
With tender words and love, he tried,
To mend the hurt, to be her guide.
Through every storm and endless night,
He held her close, with all his might,
The sunflower's pain, he aimed to heal,
With warmth and care, her heart to seal.
