All these pretty things, they come around.
They turn your life upside down.
Like a Daisy raising from the ground,
or a Blue Jay overhead flying round.
But, then winter comes.
It freezes out the Daisy.
The Blue Jay must migrate south.
There was this Flower that I knew
with a presence that could brighten any room.
Then there was the most beautiful Bird.
She would sing the most wonderful tune.
But, when winter came.
It froze out the Daisy.
The Blue Jay migrated south.
Love, Jus10
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