
Dancing with the wind,
the sidewalk daisy eavesdrops,
transporting whispers.

Dancing with the wind,
the sidewalk daisy eavesdrops,
transporting whispers.

Glowing live action,
lightsabers in formation—
child’s play for adults.

When life lacks lustre,
look up from under a tree—
world looks different.

Tiny, red, bird-like;
migrating for the winter:
leaves flying off trees.

Lining my sidewalk,
seeks no appreciation—
a daisy just is.