Daisies

I want to dance barefoot

in the meadow

among the daisies

and sing without a care.

With their spot of sun

in petal'd white

I don't care

if he loves me...

loves me not.

Why would you do such a thing

to a daisy anyway?

Tear their petals

one by one,

to find an answer

you already know.

BAN

How much we hold onto, questioning, seeking answers we already have within.  Tear apart what is good, while dwelling on what is passed.  I am reminded often, enjoy what comes, for everything has its time, and when it goes, allow it to leave, resistance is pain, and I have had enough of that to last a life time, without creating more.