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.
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.