A boy once gave me a flower
A daisy, freshly plucked
Fragile petals still intact
With the touch of shining silk

The flower gleamed with innocence
A genuine vision of peace
In the sun, it came to brilliant life
But in the dark, it shied in silent grief

Such a flower is precious
An intangible golden triumph
One to be treasured and celebrated
For it will thrive in careful hands

I buried the flower.

Like a foolish child
Plucked the petals
Given to the wind
In an act of ignorant haste