Her Hands
Her soft and beautiful little hands
Left crossed neatly over right
A black hair tie on her right wrist to be used later to pull back her long ginger hair strands
The daisies with pure white petals and with a center that’s yellow and bright
Remain positioned perfectly in her left hand among cold, hard stones
Her left palm holds more rocks than flowers
Yet a balance of both delicateness and sturdiness between these two objects are shown
The boring, gray rocks give the otherwise picture perfect scene a feeling that’s dour
While the daisies bring a presence of pure happiness and joy
Sometimes in life we encounter events or people that are optimistic and gorgeous, like the daisies in her hand
But other times we aren’t so lucky and run into events that are hard and unpromising, or people who are pessimistic, rude, and whose sole purpose is to annoy
Her hand alone would be bland, but with just a few of Mother Nature’s gifts, it can be something that’s most grand
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