I’ve got a massive fan page, millions follow
I’m the master, towards me their faces twirl
Call them my children, upon me, they wallow
I feed them light and the joy in them unfurl.
They stand so tall, my army, as if to march
Some dried, some fell, most of them live, as I watch
Packed in fields, like their petals with sprightly glee
Call me Sun, call them sunflowers, named on me.
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