Sunflower Dance Poem by Micronjan Ivers

Sunflowers sway in morning light,
Wiggling gently, golden and bright.
They nod at bees and greet the sky,
Stretching tall as clouds float by.

They play peek-a-boo with buzzing bees,
And whisper secrets with the trees.
Their faces follow the golden sun,
Turning, twirling—what joy, what fun!

Little sunbeams in a leafy crowd,
Cheering the world out bright and proud.
If you see them, don't just stand
Join their sunflower, radiant band