death of a daisy

A daisy flower  
is so much more
 
than humans give us credit for
the very first flowers of Amour
 
We know we're special
from our birth
 
our womb is the brown
of our mother earth
 
our petals grasping for the sky
unfurling   yet we know not why
 
on whispers of wind
our elders laugh
 
and a pretty young girl
skips down the path
 
humming tunes of a love yet to be
upon seeing our petals
she drops to her knees
sweet young thing pretty as you please
 
our petals stretch out
we are ready for flight
 
we will catch the wind
to be gone from your sight
 
it's time say the elders  
to do what you aught
 
as the pretty girl sings
love me   love me not