Daisy … Laura Esther

by Laura Esther

Growing up was rough. It had its challenges, The ground was rocky, But now I see the flowers blooming. They are bright, Strong, And smell of Daisies. The rocks have been replaced With the greenest of grasses, And the ground is good. The sun glances down, Bursting with rays of heat, Rejoicing in the growth. But, wait! Do my eyes behold another in the sky? Yes, it does. Clouds of gray begin to form, Roaring with thunder, And shouting with rain. Oh, and what do I hear? The howling of the wind challenges the clouds of gray, Demanding them to flee the sky! To leave the sun to shine, And to let the Daisy grow.