Watching clouds on top of Cherry Hill
telling the midwife of flowers, the Daisy
how blessed and beautiful she is to me
with petals white and tender
it's slender stem with the slightest curve
it's popularity is nothing less then deserved

It's diminutive heads pop up all over the ground
peeking over it's lush vivid green companion
there to be picked and made a circle of glory
for delicate hands full of promise will bend them
all that are the hosts of Cherry Hill
will call to others saying, humanity is not over

The children of Earth are not as bad as they think
and the heavy tariff of making them mortal
some think this was unfair
somewhat slightly immoral
see how sweet, so not distant they are
so liken to us as young foolish stars

Give them a chance
come stand in the circle
know they maybe small
but what might within
so come and hold me
in the circle of Daisy's

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris