DAISY ~BY PAMELA LEVARI

I see a daisy in my yard white and pure
I pick the daisy and place it in my pocket to save for later
Inside my pocket the petals fall off
Inside my pocket the daisy dries
I pulled the daisy from my pocket
sad that I picked the daisy
I put the pieces of the daisy back in my yard
Sad for the daisy because i caused it harm
Time passes on and on
I see a daisy in my yard, lessons taught and lessons learned
I do not pick the daisy
Everyday I see a daisy in my yard.

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