The Daisy: A Sonnet


By Hannah Clark  

I took a walk on a bright sunny day,
And I saw it standing in a bright place.
Though small as a finger I watched it sway,
Oh what beauty in its fine yellow face.

Daisies are foreign to people in bliss,
But are loved by the people in struggle.
Do you think that one day, they are to miss?
Or fall apart, left to stumble, crumble.

Everywhere darkens and the birds have flown,
Droplets were felt on its white petal crown.
But, there it kept smiling, fighting alone,
Rockin in rhythm, not a single frown.

Since everyone suffers once in a while,                            Remember the daisy and smile.