Daisy

Sitting, legs folded on soft green grass.

Plucking little white stars.

Delicate flowers that can form a long chain. Strong together.

He loves me, he loves me not.

Each petal, a dash of white with a blush of pink.

One at a time to tell you of love.

Innocent love that is either in or out

As white as a daisy, uncompromising

Only opening her face and her beauty for the sun.

I press my nail into the stem of the plucked wonder,

Plucked from a sea of flowers that grow as weeds

Fingers staining green to create the loop for a chain

Daisies link together, looping stem to face, into a round,

How many is enough

To adorn your pretty head

Daisy flowers sitting softly against your warm hair

Crowning you: Queen of the Fairies until the sun goes down.

Silly really.