The Yellow Daisy-- Thomas Z
I can still hear the thud of trees hitting the ground,
Smell the fumes of those tree cutting machines
For months, there were no signs of life in this barren place
But now, a single yellow daisy
A splash of color in a colorless land
The sun shines upon the daisy like a spotlight
The flower captures my attention like a ray of light in a dark room
I still remember the sweet fragrance of flowers before,
So I bend down
I reach for the daisy, longing to feel happiness again
My fingers brush upon cold, gray rock
A wave of sadness crashes over me
Daisies are gone
Forever