Meadow Tales

Wild daisies tango in a chilly breeze,

And wander hopelessly to fight for peace.

A countless struggle, like a blood disease.

As shadows in a faded love decrease,

Both daisies scatter in the wind with greed,

And plays of tug-of-war take place with heat.

There is a need to understand such grief,

This obstacle they'll soon complete.

The sun arose above the stormy cloud,

Together, side-to-side, a gentle sway.

A bird\'s song, sweet-and-callous chimes collide;

As melodies of heavenly display.

Such magic and romance now flourish fast,

And seeds of love, sprout from a once sad past.