The tiniest sunflower
peeks its head out.
Its petals unfurl
to face the sun.
Yellow as butter.
Perfect like a picture.
The sun warms its face
and if flowers could have feelings,
then this one is happy.
National Poetry Day
The tiniest sunflower
peeks its head out.
Its petals unfurl
to face the sun.
Yellow as butter.
Perfect like a picture.
The sun warms its face
and if flowers could have feelings,
then this one is happy.
Just another blog 
I’m from Kansas, the sunflower state. But I still don’t see very many.