Daisy Fields

Away in a meadow,
Far from prying eyes,
Sat one lonely daisy,
Waiting to be realized.

It blew softly in the wind,
Saying, "That's fine,"
Knowing that all good things,
Come in good time.

Along came a girl,
As lonely as the flower,
Dreaming of a wish,
A courage, a power.

She longed for someone,
And needless to say,
She wished he was there,
And there to stay.

But alas he is not,
To her bitter despair,
So alone she did trot,
And found herself there.

She found the daisy,
And tucked it behind her ear,
Saying, "I must be crazy,
Why would he ever care?"

The daisy said nothing,
As most flowers do,
But this flower was chuffing,
And thinking "I care for you."

The girl put her hand up to her ear,
And stroked the flower fair,
Finding it comforting having it near,
Hidden in the depths of her hair.

So she left the meadow far from prying eyes,
For she had finally realized,
That she had a new friend to take home,
And friend she could truly call her own.

The flower sat in a vase on her window shelf,
Looking out across her garden,
Feeling tall and brave and proud of it's self,
That it was her bedtime warden.

And every night before sleep the girl would say "Good night,
Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite,
I will see you tomorrow, in the early morning light, and thank you, my dear flower, for setting my life right."

For that night once the daisy was found,
And every night after it had been,
The girl slept, safe and sound,
Her dreams no longer troubled by him.