There was a daisy on the bus
just by the drivers door,
just laying there quite prettily
on it's own, just on the floor.
I thought about the fragility
of life and of things that grow,
and then I got to thinking
were did the daisy want to go?
Was it riding into town?
was it going to see it's friends?
or to meet it's long lost cousin
in the hopes to make amends?
Where did it keep it's money?
with it's pockets oh so small,
and did it have a ticket?
or did it pay at all?
And just how would it know
which stop to get off at?
it couldn't see out the windows
just on the floor it sat.
But as the bus pulled over
to stop again once more,
a gust of wind just caught it
and blew it out the door.
But thankfully for me
this was just my stop,
so both me and the daisy
off the bus we hopped.
Now the place my bus pulls over
is right by a meadow green,
full of dandelions and blue bells
the best you've ever seen.
So I look down at the daisy
and go to pick it up,
but the wind takes it far away
into the field of buttercups.
And now I just can't see it
so this is where our journey ends,
good bye my little daisy
in your field of little friends.
True story :o)