Daisy Fleabane

Wildflowers in the pasture
Wave their bright faces 
In the waning summer sun
Bud, bloom, stretch, fade, fall,
So fleeting, so full of life
Then gone
Their days few
 Swiftly counted
Soon past, like ours.

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