In The Middle Of Sunflower farm

In the middle of sunflower farm,

Bathed in a golden sea, I stand.

Whispers of petals, gentle and warm,

Caress my soul, like a lover's hand.

Their vibrant faces, turned to the sun,

Reflecting nature's pure delight.

A symphony of colors, each one,

Painting joy with strokes so bright.

Amidst the blooms, my worries flee,

Lost in nature's embrace, I'm free.