Blooming days as the wind flows
Winter’s cruel hold of the world 
As the sun reaches its highs and lows
Songs of youth sung by a bright bard

Long gone but yet to be forgotten
The demise of those who wilt
Replaced by many; it happens
Blooming as the world was built

A young daisy sprouts with eager
Chosen to replace those by yonder
Happiness and growth as it grows larger
The bard knows what the mind wonders

As the days grow old with fever
The sun shines more brighter
But winter awakens from its slumber
The bard knows not what to wonder

Life enjoyable but not limitless
A daisy wilts in its fall
Winter holds a daisy breathless
As the cold snaps its gall

Daisy long gone yet not forgotten
Winters grip still holds dear
Yet the bard sings of songs of begotten 
Keeping the mind far from fear