The daisies speak to me

The fields where they live invite me in

I see them standing tall and proud

Yet bending and flowing with the wind

The white petals are soft under my fingers

The green stems are strong

I feel them tickle my leg as I walk through them

Letting my fingers brush against the tallest ones

Birds fly around the meadow

Landing in a nearby tree

They sing songs to the daisies

The daisies dance in the breeze to the birds’ song

The bees land on one daisy

Take what they need from that daisy

And then move on to the next

The sun shines down on the field of daisies

Embracing them in its warmth and light

Poetry In Motion Uncategorized

Becky DiFilippo View All →

I’m a writer… I love to write! I’ve been writing since I was eight years old. I can’t imagine life without stories. My life, and your life it’s a story that we are writing everyday.

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