As Nature's enforcer blusters and blows
The persuader is no where in sight
Daisy isn't happy
She'd rather hide too,
But that's not her destiny
She straightens her stem
And furls out her petals
She gathers her anger
And pollinates the world
Wouldn't it be wonderful if all rage could be expressed so beautifully?
Copyright © Autumn Rose Wood | Year Posted 2009
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