Helianthus

The bright, beautiful golden sunflower

Standing tall, facing the glowing fireball in the sky

Reaching great feats of heights

Admired by all

Evil Pesticides abuse the soil

Running through the veins

Slowly changing

Slowly killing

The golden sunflower

Offered aid is pushed aside

To absorbed in the thrill of the ride

To worry about the consequences now

Evil Pesticides runt through the veins

And the beautiful sunflower exists no more

Exhausted and dying she lies in a heap

Enjoying her last exhilarating trip.