Sitting down on a bench
Under the shade of old willow trees
Near the river bank
I noticed a beautiful daisy in the weeds

The place we first kissed and met
Is too hard to forget
Blackbirds flying low
I felt a light and warm brise blow

The thoughts of you
Made my heart ache
For you were not with me in this shade

Two streams of tears ran down my cheeks
When I closed my eyes and weeped

The daisy flower, seemingly, understood me
had a petal released as it shook in the brise