The Art of Being An African Daisy

Because even flowers need some time to recharge.

These are my favourite.

A darker tone beneath the shade

the light dims and your beauty should fade.

But in the darkness,

you are the light;

encompassing freedom like birds in flight.

Droplets fall and begin to bead,

as you radiate the basic human need

to hide-away for a day or two,

time to recharge; time to be you.

And as I see your underside,

I realise you’re not there to hide

And notice in your introversion

that you’ve undergone a conversion.

Once in proud and open bloom

our hearts again, once more, have room

to absorb your darker tones

realised now that you’re alone.

And in your darkness

you are my light

Reminding me

with just one sight

that when you’re fragile

and while you’re weak

your petals say more

than when you speak.

Then when you’re ready to come out

the words you spoke; now you shout

and suddenly these shouts are sung

and your journey has, once more, begun.

So while my eyes fall, slowly,

heavy,

and my dreams grow hazy.

You remind me

the art of being

an African Daisy.