Daisies

A field of daisies down the road a bit
All standing so proud by the sun brightly lit.

The breeze that is made as the car sails by
Makes the closest ones seem to lean over and sigh.

I looked in the mirror once we were past
They were all back up straight in the sun did they bask.

Those white and yellow daisies a life could they be
The breeze from the car the hardships we see
Once they have passed, upright we will be.