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Daisy
I watched this girl who sat under a tree.
She would not move, the tree was her safety.
Surrounding her was a large meadow of greenery,
but not far from her grew a little daisy
There was noone around as far as I could see,
but there she sat in the shadow of the tree.
She stared hard at the little daisy.
She wanted it, but it was not in safety.
She imagined how it smelt, a current mystery.
She imagined how it felt as she stroked her hair softly.
Yet she was still unsure if she could reach it safely,
so in the shadow she stayed as time passed rapidly.
I continued to watch and then finally,
she stood up and ran out to the little daisy.
She held it, she smelt it, she looked happy,
and now there she lay, confidently.
