Rainy Days

I wrote this poem on a rainy day when I was working at the courthouse. Today reminds me of that day.

Roses own their beauty

 But I would rather have a seed

 Not to plant or give away

 But to dream of what it could be

 Perhaps a yellow daisy

 Whose petals are complete

 With perfect size and perfect petals

 Like an old friend

 Familiar eyes could greet

 Or maybe a purple lily

 That floats in the breeze

 That could tell a story like a ship

 That has sailed many seas

 Or maybe just a rose

 A simple rose indeed

 Beauty, expected beauty

 I would plant another seed