After The Rain

After the rain, I see the daisies,in their clean, white dresses,fresh and perfect.Washed and bright,their faces lifted to the skies,and open to the sun. Is it their youth that makes them so fearless,despite their diminutive size?A gullibility of spirit or lack of worldly knowledge?Or do their passing, unjustified liveslead them to embrace the now? No, their … Continue reading After The Rain