Heather Cropper - Daisies

In the fields,
I sing along.
The daisies prance
to sing a song.

In the fields,
the skies were blue.
I heard his voice whisper,
'I love you.'

In the fields,
a candied song.
His smile lit up,
it didn't take long.

In the fields,
we laughed as two.
a daisy in hand,
'I love you too.'

Heather Cropper

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