  I pick a daisy, gently, carefully, it might just break if i'm not careful.&nbsp;&nbsp; i cup it in my hand, the yellow in the middle reflects the sun, the white petal so clean and fresh.&nbsp;&nbsp; the sky above me broods with grey and white clouds in turmoil, strangely, the sun is never covered... it starts to rain, still the sun covers me, so long as i hold onto my daisy. &nbsp; don't crush the daisies while you're walking through the garden... 
