Sunflower
I always face what would make most men go blind
The summer allows me to show my color
In the cold my one friend will leave me behind
So in the winter I will get much duller
My seed and my stalk are but one of a kind
Some would even will that my stalk be smaller
Because I stand so tall and so very bright
But the one time I hate the most is the night
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