Daisies & Lightning

Eyes Wide Shut

I know it's rude,

But I can't help

But stare anyway.

I think to myself,

They're beautiful.

They practically

Shine with colours.

Colours I cannot

Even name, really,

But some I can, so I

Gasp with my own

Gaping, wide eyes.

So many hues to see,

All unique as the last.

Light reflects off them,

Giving them an illusion

Of a penetrating glow.

I lose myself in thoughts

Of how beautiful they are.