Daisy Double.

As I've been cranking out the darker dept's of my mind lately, i decided to write something a little less, fire and brimstone - enjoy.

Two little daisy's, 

Alone in the grass,

Shaken and stirred,

By this very lass,

Small to the eye,

Large to the mind,

Smooth to the touch, 

A touch that is kind,

Blossom is late,

For this time of year,

It will come forth,

Never you fear.