Like a Daisy

You pick a bundle of daisies,
Make a chain of them, if you will.
Send them flying into the sky,
Or place them upon a small hill.

I reccommend the daisy chain.
Each flower has a meaning there.
Take one out, it all colapses,
But still, you better be aware.

Someone may come and pluck it off,
Ripping indivitual buds.
Making your eyes glisten with tears,
With nothing left to give you hugs.

That may not be the best to do.
Maybe you stick one in your hair.
Brings color and cheer to your head,
But is that a safe type of flair?

The daisies could poke at your scalp,
Or it could fall off, leaving you,
Like the flower has somewhere to be.
It wants it's friends-however few.

Take the daisy back to it's home,
So it can reunite again.
Watch the daisy plant it's roots there,
Watch it dance. Notice it's humane...