#poemondaisy

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

One quiet evening I sat outside
the sun went down and I started to cry
then I saw a dragonfly
Hovering there, wings so sheer and clear
moving so swiftly
It looked into my eyes with a reflection of being alive