The brown of a sunflower worn with use
walked with me ‘til the last trice.
Sunflower brown thrown all around my waist,
lending me strength, strength needed for prospect,
strength used to shoulder royal heritage.
Sunflower brown held out a hand until
tossed away to a close family member.
Sunflower brown lives out life constantly
holding out her hand and lending out her strength
Now when I see a sunflower tears come
to my eyes and memories flood my heart.
Sunflower brown stays after having been
Blown in the wind many a long hour.
Sunflower brown you hold me in your debt.