When it rises, to wake the day,
The petals bloom, to represent its rays.
The stalk stands, to prove its distance,
Yet too far, to be as close.
To be acknowledged, the flower takes its name,
Taking its colour, for notice.
The centre coated, by its great appearance,
As gorgeous as is, it begs for more.
When the idolised left, it darkened once more.
Its desires, dulled before the night.
And the stalk grew, to surprise the great one;
The plant prepared, for its next meeting.
Rising from the east, it stood tall before the great.
Noticing the stature, the master now intrigued.
And the idolised sun, declared its new name.
Elegantly renowned, the magnificent sunflower.
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