A Solitary Daisy

Planted along a worn rickety fence    
In the front yard of a paint peeled white house      
Stands a solitary daisy    
Among blades of grass taller than she    
A waft of her feint cheerful scent    
Carried by the warm summer morning breeze    
Brushes past me as I bend to bend to pick her    
I am amazed at the simplicity she radiates    
Graceful, dainty petals swaying    
Strong, rooted stem giving way    
I tenderly place her in my long, curly fire hair    
Humbled by her innocence    
I seemingly become to be as pure as she