So bold to be born beneath the billboards and buildings
In a canyon of a crack, crooked with age and wear,
Manifest majesty arises under the sky with its scrapers.
Rays of imitation seem to mimic down,
To relive the bloom as a shadow, mirrored on the ground.
And so lost here on the asphalt, dawn's a disheartened Daisy,
Weak at heart, weak at mind, limp, lame and lazy.
In rising it has risked the crushing affects of life,
A heel from above, oblivious to the brilliance below,
Falling fatally flat with fate on this floral frame.