Daisy Day

The summer days,
quickly, they now come and go

In time
the years
grow in numbers
their faces
go dim

A daisy is born
its given attention
its freshness and youth
is witnessed by its peers
that came before

It grows along side others
the uniqueness,
distinction
now
fades


Its
pedals
now wilting
no longer giving
youthful pleasure
in the eyes
of the others

Or the others
have made judgment
that it will no longer
be viewed in the same

Whatever the reason
no one’s judgment
can take from it
the nature of
its unique intrinsic beauty

Not even time
will take away the
imprint of its soul
left in life’s canvass