Daisy

Like a daisy, I sway in the breeze.

My petals loosen as the wind picks up speed,

Then they fly away from me.

Pieces of myself scatter in the sky,

Flying away from who I used to be.

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Each winter I die away in the cold dirt of the earth,

Only to rise again in the spring.

My life comes and goes in cycles,

Each a new beginning to spread my seeds,

Pollinating a world that grows in green.

I add color that otherwise wouldn’t be seen.

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