Thought and soul soften
Still as a green pasture
As I think of you often
My golden aster
Bright as the sun
Intricate as a flower
The scent of the Son
The light of the hour
Peace is in your presence
Like a beacon you beckon
A haven in its essence
You bid come well or broken
Whether wild in the wood
Or tame in the garden
Beautiful, true, and good
Submissive to the Warden
In the midst of many others
Your colour catches my eye
My sister and brother
As the pallet of a sunset sky
I pray to help the Gardener
To water and watch you grow
To lend a hand to endure
Plant a couple seeds to sow
I'm here to the end
A welcoming bower
Cherished friend
My sunflower
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