A metaphor - take it as you will.
Daisy, daisy, one small seed
I plant among a field of weeds.
Water poured on gentle soil
Left for man to work and toil.
Daisy, daisy, though small you are,
Since you were planted, you've come far.
Your stem is strong, your roots run deep,
And flower buds begin to peep.
Daisy, daisy, how bright you gleam!
Your colors lovely as they seem,
Glistening in morning light,
And brightening the darkest night.
Daisy, daisy, as days pass,
You waver on your throne of grass,
Your stem grows weak in wind and storm
And brown petals begin to form.
Daisy, daisy, why do you weep?
Your petals droop, their color bleak.
You shrivel in the scorching sun
And bow to earth when day is done.
Daisy, daisy, where have you gone?
Into the soil have you withdrawn?
Your fragile petals now are dead,
Your life into the earth is bled.
Daisy daisy, could it be?
A tiny sprout again I see!
Your death was never once the end.
Oh daisy, daisy, live again!
© 2015
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Poetry"Tomorrow's not promised. It may not arrive. So why do we waste The days we are alive?" A collection of poems and songs. #81 in Poetry | April 28, 2015 © 2015
