Trees and Daisies Love Their Lovers

And when the lovers find themselves floating through the tip toe daisies Being sure to avoid the yellow dainty forms around them in a pretty sleep Kissing the sky as they go by with eyes closed happy in a trance Being sure to notice how real imagination can be with all that magic All the fireworks exploding colors loud around will keep them safe As they parade past mountains high tickled into wide awake on tip toe feet Where they can see forever past the landscape coming nearer than a hug It must be love because the color of her cheeks are turning pink And nothing is sweeter than pink they think as they cling to the tops of trees Arms wrapped around each other simultaneously as they swing to Saturn The spinning ring is like a wedding band placed on her lovely hand in marriage It must be love and they must be lovers And friends and other things with feelings Because the yellows on the daisies continue sleeping in their yellow dainties And greens continue on the trees they touch and love so much romantic Authors Note: The author realizes that using a conjunction to begin this poem is wrong. It could be a sin or even criminal in some circles. He wants you to know that he does not travel in those circles and he does not care. He thinks that the next time he might use “but” and further thinks, “so what.” (If you are looking for a question mark at the end of “so what” you will have to continue your search elsewhere.)