Sunflower

As fragile as a little sunflower

Her smile is worth thousands of rhymes .

Wrapped in an ambedo like Aurora 

She's a tear or joy from an eye of Venus 

That slips down straight from paradise .

Now I see her around the brook 

Running with the flow 

Like a brave little paper boat . 

Her giggles with every splash of a pebble 

Are as serene 

As the first quench of a driest throat .

Now she braids her hair herself 

And fixes her charm in the mirror all the time .

Our little sunflower can be gloomy these days

Pouting at the teases of marriage by her dears,

She claims she will rather catch the time that flies .

Once free laughs are now folded in small chuckles .

Pâro unproudly dominates over courage .

Her eyes are more familiar with the ground than sky .

That beautiful sunflower is no longer in sight ,

But a little girl walking down a complex maze.

One day she finally lifts her lids up ,

Breaking the norms , threatening to system 

In a hope to see a path to her zeal 

But ends up seeing an aisle made over them .

A beautiful sunflower blooms again 

Inheriting the same apricity as her 

Sculpted by the god itself ,

She hides her in her embrace from everyone .

And waits for time to be in her favor .

Now she is fragile once again 

As lines cover her eyes and skin.

Her trembling hands that now pour out the blessings ,

No longer wishes for pebbles to swim .

Holding a strange infatuation in sun one day 

As pretty as yellow in a sunflowers field 

She looks at her sunflower all grown and kind 

And heaves a last sigh but this time, 

With same old smile and glee.