A Field Full Of Daisies

Dreaming of beauty.

A Field Full Of Daisies


What wouldn’t I give up
for a field full of daisies!
In this dense, drab and
disgusting jungle of concrete


where men and women
are perennially engaged
to top the race hosted by
money, fame and materialism,


where morals and humanitarian
values have been long forgotten
or buried deep in the nearest dumpster,
for which the service-minded search,


and try to retrieve, risking the high price
of becoming victims of ridicule, ill fame,
hate, malicious gossip and  quite often loss
of dear lives, I can only dream of, or wish for


the floral delights; vistas of beauty, grace
and elegance, enchanting and captivating
visions of nature, matchless masterpieces
as a field full of daisies or a forest full of green gold.