Ebb and Flow of Being

Bit of a philosophical, deep-reaching piece, which hopefully doesn't sound pretentious or anything of the sort...

Tiny daisy whirligigs,
Perched between the shadows, still;
Silly flowers do not know-
In darkness only absence grows.

Crickets sing their serenades,
In the depths of hidden glades,
Synchronizing passion calls-
Sweet relentless rise and fall.

Reviews

[Tinotenda Nyevedzanai]

Beautifully written! Simply stunning, short and captivating rhyming perfectly, I especially love -

"Crickets sing their serenades,
In the depths of hidden glades, "

Congratulations a wonderful work of art keep writing!

[Lenah Mehzabin]

I actually didn't got the real meaning hidden inside it but still certainly I loved the way it flowed with depth