I AM A DAISY

Once, a daisy I was called by a friend

A flower too delicate and easily bent

A flower so small evincing daring simplicity

A blossom so sweet with undying modicity

I was the flower in the midst of a field

So easy to step on, so easily killed

And yet me as a daisy continues to strive

Remaining the tiny white dot in plain sight

For I am the daisy in your humble abode

In the middle of a city, on concrete road

I am a daisy, so pretty and strong

Like a prosperous tree that stands for so long

And yet like a daisy, I destroy and I kill

Like the weed that I am that will make you feel ill

I am a pest that takes away chances

The boulder that travel to mile long distances

I am a daisy, a flower, a weed

The bandage that covers the wound when it bleeds

I can heal and protect, make sure it stays close

But rip me off so fast, and you’ll suffer the throes

Of death, of nothing, of things in between

A moment in time playing out in a scene

For daisies we all are, so stubborn and quick

To multiply, to divide, to exist, and to speak

We climb high on the mountain of the scientific slope

With our feet touching the barrel and our neck in a rope

We stand to exist at the dawn of time

And yet the world will end with all of our crimes

For daisies we are, a human so bare

A canvass to paint, to fill in despair

A flower, a weed, for who can surely know?

The kind of contribution you’ll feel you will owe

Gaea and her children on the day of her passing

For humanity’s greed is deeply concerning

So you too are a daisy, but what will you be?

A beauty to the world, or a destructive decree?