My Lense

In any case, thanks for your time here, God bless

Daisy dear basking in sunshine,

Twixt fertile earth and clear sky.

Surrounded by others of its kind

Worrying not, just passing time.

Soft to the touch, brightly colored,

Scented sweetly, it's no wonder

That the daisy in its finest hour

Is to many their favorite flower.

Drowned by rain falling heavily,

Trampled under the foot of the unwary,

Burned by fire without mercy.

The daisy, slaughtered tragically.

Gone the beauty it once had,

Saddened those it once made glad.

Helpless we, against death's hand.

Returned to Earth and in darkness clad.

Yet watch the grave and you will see

The death of the daisy's legacy

Thwarted by the birth of posterity

Risen again from but a seed.

Once more doth the daisy grow

Toward the sky from dark below.

See it blossom, see it glow.

Happiness once more we know.

Even though today bears sorrow

Bliss awaits us each tomorrow.

Hope now, and let joy follow.

Daisies we, my dear fellow.

Though we may be torn asunder

Or witness the doom of another

Steady on! Do not waver.