Leading you into a room is 

Like inviting an orchestra

To fill the still life of a space

With music for the eyes.

 

Even on this dullest of days

I am drawn, inevitably, to your

Presence, diffusing gilded

Rays of light from its core.
 

I am at ease with you, without

Uttering a word, for your tall

Grand elegance mutes me with

A beauty that speaks volumes.

 

Such breathtaking symmetry,

This queen of all flowers is

Adorned by a noble crown and

A garland of golden petals.

 

She has no name, but if she did,

I imagine it would reflect her;

A Grace or a Joy or something

Sounding mystical and god-like

 

And as regal as her species,

Helianthus Annuus,

Majestic flower of the sun, 

The symphony of summer.