Daisy

Day #115

The Daisy

I'm a pretty little thing

Always coming with the spring,

In the meadows green I'm found,

Peeping just above the ground,

And my stalk is covered flat,

with a white and yellow hat.

Little children, with you pass,

lightly o'er the tender grass,

Skip about, but do not tread,

On my meek and lowly head,

For I always seen to say,

"Surely Winter's gone away". 

 Author unknown

Daisy

I think your soul remembers

Things weren't always as they are,

A reflection of the night

Before the street lights stole the stars,

And something in you is yearning

For where are the wild things went,

And daisy in the cracks

Amidst a world made of cement.

E.H  

Thank you for taking a look!

See you next time!

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