Daisy

"Tell me sweet daisy bright,
Is there such a thing as love?
What will become of you when the children have grown and the grass turns to street?
When the women will tromp on you instead of being so close you can look into their eyes as they smell your sweet fragrance?
When the stars have been blocked out by the dust of the world?
Through war and famine and death and life?

"Through destruction of man and the rise and fall,
As the shattered stars sit and laugh at us all,
And the dirt in the river, so small and content,
Will watch us as man begins to descend?

"Where wickedness thrives on the hope of another,
And the shadows of us begin to recover,
Where branchless trees all whisper goodnight,
And our empty eyes cannot see what is right?

"And our hopes and dreams all scatter like dust,
But nobody knows we do what we must,
And our only hope is the one we hate,
But we choose to die because that is our fate,
And storms brew deep within the East?

"And quakes shall shake us from head to feet,
As the forests drop one by one,
And emptiness blocks the will of the sun?

"Tell me, daisy, what will you do?!
Will you wither and die like those weaker than you?
Will you stand strong like a light in my voice?
Will you flourish and grow if that is your choice?

"Daisy, dear, please listen to me,
The times are over, I can feel it,
Make your choice now,
Either take it or leave it."

After I finished these words, I left,
To watch the sunset on the sands,
Thinking of the daisy,
And how it died in my hands.