Daisy

"Daisy"


Yesterday I seen the most beautiful flower,
And she was showered,
By God's miraculous sun rays, grace, and merciful power.

This flower has deep beautiful roots,
Thick, deep, painful ends that grow right through,
Any kind of dirt a farmer can drive a plow right through.

Her soil is half guatemalan and puerto rican see,
This flower stands a nice 5'3,
And her long curly haired petals are brown, but u might say mahogany.

And the mid pollin area is where she gets her vision from,
Those brown eyed pollin seeds have visions of,
Growing and being its fullest potential as planned by the one above,

I just simply wanna call her beautiful,
She's no rose, sun flower, tulip or
Definitely no cactus, poison ivy or
Anything less than a miss lady named Daisy.

No flourist can match this flowers bucay of excellence,
And no landscaper can take her,
Because I'll just cape crusade her and escape her.
Save her then vase her,
I'm captured in her beauty so all I do is circle and pase her.

She may not be as fancy as let's say a rose,
And definately not as traditional as those,
But that's okay because I enjoy her uniqueness,
I just wanna make sure she's never sleepless,
That's why I feed her soul with the word that God has preached us.

And that's how we grow together,
Knowledge is power,
Like the sun and water is to a flower.
Like a mother and father is to a daughter,
And like inspirational word is to a martyr.

Everytime the cold season is here I can't wait till it changes,
As the weather rearranges,
So does her emotions and faces,
She transforms and phases,
Into a god given gift

She goes from a closed face stem,
To a brilliant being that will give the sun competition,
And that's the kind of hope & change obama himself would vote for.
That's why I wrote her name on the scantron the morning of november 4.

END.