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.