Imagine

Mystical, magical Daisy

There once was a young lady named Daisy,
The townspeople thought she was crazy,
She strolled through the town,
In her nightgown,
The townspeople considered her lazy,
Daisy was far from being a fool,
She had with her a very small stool,
She carried her stool on top of her head,
The townspeople laughed, or so it was said,
And when she would tire,
She’d sit down and admire,
The cobblestone, the streetlamps, the flowers and such,
In her little town, she loved it so much,
When walking the street,
Her joy was complete,
The townspeople secretly envied her delight,
Though they never saw her out at night,
For at night, she walked among the stars,
And gathered the moonlight into jars,
She had such grace and so much charm,
And didn’t cause anyone harm,
Carefully placing her jars at townspeople’s ledges,
While they slept soundly, she was there in their hedges,
She hung her stool on the crescent moon,
As she hummed to herself a cheerful tune,
She was mystical; she was magical,
She was utterly fantastical.

Tammy Harvey
1/11/2023