by Don Ray Williams
March 10, 2008
You may consider me a little bit crazy.
But I really enjoy walking and picking up daisies.
Bright yellow and orange and white ones too,
When you find happy flowers, there is no way to feel blue.
Sometimes on my walk, a bunny I’ll see,
All furry and happy and bouncing with glee,
Or a bright green parrot, high up on a limb,
He has one eye on me and I have two eyes on him.
When the sky is clear and the sun is bright,
You can’t help but think, that all is alright.
And even when the rain appears,
It just cools the day and cleans the air.
So much to see. So much to do.
No time to waste for me (or you),
So while some might think me a little bit crazy,
I just remember that it is better to be picking, than pushing up daisies.