The Little Guys
How the flower sits
so brightly lit
How perfectly it fits
how perfectly it sits
wading in the sun
always having fun
it goes along with the breeze
and so do the trees
and so do the leaves
and so do the seas
how lovely it is
it if you were to see this
you'd never see that
You might see flat
But if you sat
waded and waited
for you mind to be shaded
from all that is dated
Of All that is fated
Have it all fade
and just look at what is made
And how it flows
And how it goes
and what it shows
and how it's sown
into your mind
for when you're stressed
this you'll remember
this'll be your very best
And apart of that memory is a flower
small yes
but big in essence
it may not be big
may no be noticed
but it takes little guys
to create the biggest bosses.
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Sure_Of
In all honesty I am surprised to see you have replied to my comment. I am glad you enjoyed my poems. I went and looked at this poem, the one you suggested to me and I took the liberty of looking at a few of your other works. Your poems are different, but in a good way. As for the fact that my poems remind you of yourself, well maybe the one whom I am writing about and you have things in common? Because I'm afraid I don't really know you. Unless you count reading your poems as knowing you. As for the matter of me being a Daisy, well I am sorry to disappoint but I am not one. I will tell you though, I am more of a Rose. - Uninteresting_Flower