Sunflower

A stock of green topped with yellow fire
And for hire, its seeds can pitch strikes.
And if one likes to gaze upon the clouds, please pardon,
The patch of ground this flower darkens.
A plant that brings light to the garden fields
Knows nothing of danger, however this field has terrors
No ranger can spare:
The cursed fungi that ignites and combusts like a flare!
 
And those who cast the curse from the depths of their lair,
Care not for what’s fair,
And those who would oppose - lying dormant in their homes -
Do not realize that as they hide from smoke and demise,
As they run from fungi and cower,
That of no surviving father, their son or daughter,
Would understand the concept and or notion
Of a mere Sun-flower.