Sun-flowers, stop growing!
If you touch the sky where those clouds are passing
Like tufts of dandelion gone to seed,
The sky will put you out!
You know it is blue like the sea . . .
Maybe it is wet, too!
Your gold faces will be gone forever
If you brush against that blue
Ever so softly!
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This would be a great poem with an illustration of a child staring at a tall sunflower. This poem captures the wonderment that a child has for nature. My 8 year old is always saying things like in this poem, so....
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everything that grows must also be aware of the limitations
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