Winter leafs, summer sun, a run in the wind, a play in the park. So innocent, yet held so so dear. Stealing fruit from the neighbor’s yard, in season out of season.

Would you hear me now, surely this, the most emotional a time one can experience. Love, life and happiness, who will hear me now, cry Oh, beloved. O weeping willow, who will dry your tears now.

I inspect the daisies, not once, not twice but thrice, I behold the beauty. Surely this one I will hold dear. Don’t fear, a long lost love. Now, my daisy has withered away

Who will help find my Daisy? So lost! Yes she loves me, no she don’t. What fate will my daisy render. As I peal each pebble away. This the last: “No she don’t!” The splinter heart deepest soul. A first found love, now away!

My heart overflow with JOY! Oh how could this be, a dream dead, yet now I found another, yes a Daisy, a Daisy for me.

by Jaco Basson