“Sunflowers”
Her whole being screamed summer time loving
From her blinding long golden hair
With untamable curls that spring out at every imaginable angle
To her rosy cheeks that you could swear Olwen herself kissed
Her forest green eyes resembled the land
That could plant a love in you that could grow to over 200ft tall
Her hips curved like a strong flower that is always in bloom
Even her spirit was so bright you could bask in it even in the break of night
You must be careful though because just like the sun her soul could burn you
It’s no wonder her favorite flower is the sunflower
For she was indeed a sunflower that grew legs
And if I were her that would be my favorite flower
How could it not cause she’s my favorite everything
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