how can something
as small as a seed
grows into a forest,
a cluster of chaos?
cutting down the trees
may leave you a trail,
a way out of this mess.
though they'll return
as a sprout,
and turn into a leafy beast
and that monstrosity
that takes your light away.
daisy on the side of a hill,
sitting up straight, serene and still.
roaming the world, here and there
below the clear sky, breathing silky air.
has she ever held pride in her name
for pure and innocence she is made?
daisy down along the street,
look at that little thing, how sweet!
but the trees and their shadow
are in her way to bloom and grow.
the romantic roses take all the glory
so do the orchids of an opulent family.
then there's you - the last thing she sees.
trampled, mangled. the breathing ceased.
daisy under the tip of your heel,
there's still more of them, no big deal!
no word is spoken, and there she lies.
not all creature dies with painful cries.
silent as she always will be,
we never knew is she just like you and me.
I questioned my life to the sky
he only winked his million eyes.
Maybe he is coming to help me
to look for the answer.