I think I heard a mountain Fluting a brave air, A melody, a tune, a hymn, Bold ballad I could share.
Sunflowers
Sunflowers, you face the sunlightAt sunset gently bow your headsReverent, you know where strength comes from.You bloom where you are planted In a ditch or in a garden fairYou endure the heat.Yes, relish it!Bring joy everywhere.