How can we trust
men who pluck daisies
before they had the chance
to shine to the sun?
Men who pluck daisies
forget how little girls love
to shine to the sun-
princesses crowned with flowers’ weave.
Forget how little girls love
those bright sunny centers and pure petals,
princesses crowned with flowers’ weave-
recall that I love the blossoms, too.
Those bright sunny centers and pure petals
linger on the lawn, perfumed with spring.
Recall that I love the blossoms, too-
see this gift not for you to snatch.
Linger on the lawn perfumed with spring,
men who pluck the daisies-
See? This gift not for you to snatch,
but beauty is a burden to cherish.
Men who pluck the daisies
now come to fields with sons in tow,
“but beauty is a burden to cherish,”
fathers teach as daisies thrive.