A Tiny Daisy

My sweetest daisy!

Every morning very early

I rushed to you for your beauty

You and me, weren't we happy?

When I saw your petals that were hued

Over the air, my mind hovered

Attracted by your beauty

Butterfly surrounded you

You and I were happy

But suddenly I felt pain and agony,

When one early morning I saw you were withered, wry

My mind was filled in affliction, I cried and

I felt the reality

Beauty and happiness are transitory.