The sprout bloomed into a daisy
Picked by a man lonely and old
He loved her and it drove her heart crazy
But when she disobeyed he turned cold
Smiling as needles punctured her flesh
Everything felt right when he kissed her
Enduring the scrapes of a barbwire dress
He put over her shoulders with a whisper
Rose red hands against the floor
He lends an ear from beyond the sky
Soft skin melts as she looks to the door
He watches her fall and bleed and cry
Her death marked a day of beauty
Falling to the soil mangled and rotten
From her skull rose a small pine tree
All alone by itself in his garden
