Daisies in the Snow

[couchgrouch]

Daisies in the SnowI walk a morning hillsideand see daisies in the snowwhen winter lasts through Aprilstubborn flowers still growand I've looked in the mirrorand seen haunted, vacant eyesbut rather than just give upI pray my faith will riselike daisies in the snowreaching for the skyfighting in the bitter windrefusing to diethey spring from soil that's hardand humble seeds belowyet few things as small ever stand as tallas daisies in the snowwhen I first met my sweetheartI was a poor farming boysome felt I couldn't give herthings ladies should enjoytheir doubts fell on kisseswhere our love rooted and grewyoung love is always fragileyet somehow it pushed throughlike daisies in the snowreaching for the skyfighting in the bitter windrefusing to diethey spring from soil that's hardand humble seeds belowyet few things as small ever stand as tallas daisies in the snowI kneel among those flowersand feel a lonesome chill then picture my love risingto heaven from this hilllike daisies in the snowreaching for the skyfighting in, the bitter windrefusing to diethey spring from soil that's hardand humble seeds belowyet few things as small, ever stand as tallas daisies in the snow(c)2005 Robert George