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.)
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