In the fields,
I sing along.
The daisies prance
to sing a song.
In the fields,
the skies were blue.
I heard his voice whisper,
'I love you.'
In the fields,
a candied song.
His smile lit up,
it didn't take long.
In the fields,
we laughed as two.
a daisy in hand,
'I love you too.'
Heather Cropper
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daisies-12/
