The Daisy

There once was a daisy.
That’s all she was.

She glowed in the day.
She wilted at night.
She reached for the sun
She reached for the soil.

But all in all…She was a very bored daisy.
And day after day, She waited.

She so longed to do something more
than drink water and breathe in air.

One autumn night
a child lost in a field
happened upon this flower and
realizing the hour
decided to take a rest.

She considered that Daisy.
She wondered if its petals just might
do her a favor and reveal any insight.

One by one.
She plucked those petals till she came to the last one.
As her tears watered that Daisy,
she tenderly gathered the fallen petals into her hand
and left.

The Daisy was confused but continued her routine.
She tried her best to glow in the day.
She still wilted at night.
She reached for the sun.
She reached for the soil.

The child grew up to tell how she had happened on that flower.
And while picking the petals that were to decide her fate,
She noticed that last petal there all alone -
hanging on.

How could this Daisy know, Her petals had survived.
In the heart of that child that chose to keep her life.