the communication bond is quietly revealed,
as is the beauty in each flower,
as they sit there, with each passing hour.
And as time turns, and the leaves fall,
and the daisies remain, all in all.
Their shape their colour remain the same,
and the leaves will return, once again.
The winter will take them by surprise,
as each flower slowly withers and dies.
And the sad array of yellow and white,
will safely sleep under the snow tonight.
As the snow melts, and they arise again,
to feel the warmth of summers sustain,
and to find, after winter, they’re not impaired,
but simply enough, completely prepared.
© 2010 The Still Air
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