Daisies

The first daisy was alone,
Standing tall and upright beneath the tree,
Petals spread proudly to make me see
God gave a flower to me.

The second one was a flash,
Went by on the road with only a glance,
One among many, it called me to dance,
God gave that flower to me.

The third I found crushed,
Broken petals among mud, sticks, and stones,
Stained like the bruise on a shattered bone,
God gave this flower to me.

With every daisy,
Every flower I saw,
Every petal and stem that stood above all,
I knew God was thinking of me.