A daisy danced across my lawn
Beneath the setting sun
It might have danced that way till dawn
If freedom had been won.
To be unshackled from its root
To breathe unfettered air,
A dream, for most, so resolute
To wrestle from its snare.
The daisy danced in total glee
Escaping from its bond
The carefree, weightless reverie
Had moved it far beyond
An awareness of restriction
To set out on its own
On empty valediction
To reap what it had sown.
There is no doubt that it was free
Unfettered by its root
It found that freedom was not free
Its fate would not commute.
The pitied flower did not learn
What kept the bloom alive,
It reached the point of no return
Where it could not revive.
Yes, the daisy slowly seared
It withered limp and brown
Its cost for freedom persevered
Its hopes had crumbled down. |
