The field of sunflowers

spent the week

looking for the sun

The Sun that week

was resting

behind some very fluffy clouds

Those at the front of the field

wondered where their source of sunlight

had gone

Those in the middle

jostled about, in the hope

they’d catch a ray or two

A couple turned east, a few turned west

where the sun was hiding

was anyone’s guess

Till the smallest of the sunflowers

piped up from the line

“He’s standing behind us

Turn Round….All is Fine!”