mollie

A yellow daisey sways in the wind.

Blades of green grass bow to it.

Bees swarm sucking up nectar.

A small ant climbs its stem to have a view.

It's hair like roots cling to the earth.

A soft rain begins to fall,

and clings to its delicate petals,

then slowly drips off,

until the rain ceases,

the clouds part,

and the daisey is brighter than ever,

basking in the sunlight.