he has the heart of a daisy

what does that mean?
he shook his head, offended
never quite understanding why it was an insult either

...

if daisies are frail
why do they still dapple the emerald hillsides
like pieces of fallen clouds

do not be fooled by the delicate imagery
dainty petals and swaying stems
they too, brave the March winds
and harbour more than shallow things
their roots cling deep to their mother soil

it is human imposition 
and mortal eyes too often look only petal deep

neither feminine nor masculine
nor weak, frail, or strong
they carry the mystery of the wild in their xylemic veins