The Daisy

If I were a flower

I think I'd be a daisy.

Adaptable.

Sturdy.

Tough.

And yet beautiful.

Delicate.

Vunerable.

But optmistically reaching toward the sun.

Winter may come

and cut me down.

Take me down to my roots.

But I will grow again.

I will bloom.

And I would be beautiful.

If I were a daisy.