I feel like I'm a sunflower,
My eyes always follow the sun.
It has some sort of power -
An attractive force, for one.

I feel I have sunflower seeds,
I'm always crushing them for oil.
Maybe I'm just crushing,
And re-embursing into the soil.

I feel my green is yellow,
And my yellow surely lime.
Maybe I absorb the sun's hello,
And reflect hello in time -
In time to stand up tall,
In waits of more lightfall.

I've many leaves, fond of the sun they are.
But not as much as I, for they are still.
I am mobile, like a motor car,
And they can't move, like a green hill.
Yet, hills get not in my way,
For I look above their dismay.

The sun makes me happy.
Just a light to my day.
Here's a sunflower chappie,
Chew it and look the sun's way.

My roots, the sun cannot see.
And that's what truly defines me.
If the sun were to know, it'd blow,
Or maybe more spectacularly glow.

I cannot remove my eyes from the sun.
It's attractive force on my eyes, a ton.
Funny thing is, I'm the sunflower,
And you're the sun.