The garden is smiling,
Under the azure sky and the crisp Sun,
But the corner that is the happiest,
Is the one where my Daisies come.
I know not of the tune they sing,
Or the hues that my eyes can’t see,
That float through the warm Spring breeze,
The scent that lures the gullible bees.
Pride fills my heart as that of a Mother’s be,
To see her children blossoming,
Smiling back at her and only her,
Silence defines the moment, not a murmur.
But I shoo away the clumsy moment and thought,
My heart can’t be like hers,
It only beats for the tangible the eyes can see,
My Daises in my garden, only for me.
I can’t let them blossom anywhere else,
Can’t sense them, feel them, from far away,
My heart would wrench apart and be dry in a while,
If I can’t see my Daises in front of me and smile.
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