Daisies are funny little things
When looked upon at first
Opening up its many arms
To brighten up your day.
No clue to find their secret
Of shining without light
They stand against the world
Yet sway to calls of breezes.
While lying next to one
They peep into your mind
As though to say I’m free
Enjoying every movement.
Recalling why I noticed
Daisy’s secret world
Brings back times of joy.
While strolling with my love
I bent down to pick one
She said no without emotion
And explained their world to me.
And though she’s gone – I remember
For in the fields I’m careful
Of where I step or lay…….