Poems from daisys
Oh, little flower you’re so pretty.
I thought you stopped growing in the winter.
But then, how come your green stem pokes its head through...
They sit by the window watching the snowflakes land on the large pile which was once luscious, green grass.
The trees remain bald and...
Would you just stop talking already?
Today, I learned that stress can kill your cells.
I had my suspicions.
And, maybe that’s the reason I...