Genially - Daisychains

Delicate pink stains streak the blooms’ petal tips;

All of the flowers have tipped their curious noses to the sky.

I lounge amongst them, my own bed of fresh young grass -

Simple blossom, tied to blossom, to blossom, to craft a crown.

Yellow mirrors smile back to the sun from whom they stole their light;

Charming thieves with gentle floral hearts!

How daintily you dance, and so prettily you sway

As I brush my fingertips over the pure skirts of white.

I rest my laurelled head,

Night’s peaceful hush befalls the flowered court.

Sweet dreams in my garden of angelic company.

The End

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