in the morning waking east
from shining golden beds
the sunflowers precede the dawn
and raise their weary heads
to heaven’s glory praising day
in blinding swathes they run
such beauty has made madness
fly too close to the sun.
in the morning waking east
from shining golden beds
the sunflowers precede the dawn
and raise their weary heads
to heaven’s glory praising day
in blinding swathes they run
such beauty has made madness
fly too close to the sun.