The lonely daisy

in a field of orchids

dewy petals, wilted leaves

solitary doesn't it sound.

Swaying, staggering in the wind

drooping, maybe forlorn?

As the others hiss

"She doesn't belong."

Crowded skies overhead

Pitter-patter all around

Leaves turning gold

floating to the ground

Seasons come and Seasons go

slowly, the flowers grow

Beautiful colors of the rainbow

Like heaven and earth below

A lonely daisy

in a field of orchids

dewy petals, wilted leaves

steadily falling, to the ground.