You may see me grow
in shades of green along the pathways
of school, near your work, or at the park.
Day by day,
sunrise to sunset,
I sway with the breeze,
with such ease.
I wait all spring for this day,
to blossom, and say hello,
call me daffodil,
if you will.
It would be a thrill to meet you,
beneath the sun, between the rain,
you should know, flowers feel no pain.
I would smile to greet you,
with petals of white and gold.
Yet someday, I will grow old.
Then perhaps,
I'll meet you at another time,
another season,
as every good seed is gifted,
with another day,
or so I pray.