Daisy

Its my inspiration for another poem i wrote called Uprooted.

The daisy rests perfectly

on the shiny green blades of grass.

It looks so beautiful.

In the midsts of all this 

horror there still lies something peaceful. 

In the middle of death there is still

a shinning light.

Every day people die

but every day new people are born.

But people can be mean

like this daisy here.

It's beautiful and flawless

without even trying to be.

It feels like it's mocking me.

People try every day to look good,

be better.

This daisy doesn't have to work for it.

It just is.

I wish I could be more

like this daisy.

I wish life could be more 

like this daisy.

But it's not.

Life isn't perfect.

So instead of living like

this daisy,

I'll just look at it.

Author's Note

I wrote this a really long time ago but never could finish it. Before i came up with an end for this poem, i wrote another poem inspired by this one called Uprooted. Tell me which one you like better:)

Reviews

[piggy]

I like this one because it has a very pretty flower and flowers are lively. Good stuff.