My Desultory Blog

Woke up to the gold in your eyes,
Petals unfolding, chasing the skies.
Dew-kissed leaves on the windowsill,
Whispering secrets that time can’t steal.
The world’s still sleepy, but you’re my dawn,
Turning the shadows ’til they’re gone.

Heads held high, no storm too strong.
You bloom where the wild winds blow,
Painting my gray with your yellow glow.
Sunflowers… good morning!
Rise and shine, let’s chase the light—
In your face, I find my fight.

Coffee steam dances like fireflies at dusk,
Your laugh’s the melody I can’t get enough.
Fields of green stretch out so wide,
But it’s your roots that pull me inside.
No rush in the rhythm of your sway,
Just endless summer in the break of day.

Sunflowers… good morning!
Heads held high, no storm too strong.
You bloom where the wild winds blow,
Painting my gray with your yellow glow.
Sunflowers… good morning!
Rise and shine, let’s chase the light—
In your face, I find my fight.

When the nights get heavy,
and the clouds roll in,
I’ll turn to you, let the healing begin.
You’re my compass in the quiet storm,
Tall and true, keeping me warm.

Sunflowers… good morning!
Heads held high, no storm too strong.
You bloom where the wild winds blow,
Painting my gray with your yellow glow.
Sunflowers… good morning!
Rise and shine, forever bright—
In your face, I find my light.
— created by GrokAI in Oct 2025