The daisies danced in torment..

Her aura darkened,

I gazed in puzzlement.

Troubled soul of pitiful,

Beneath this living sky.

The daisies danced in torment,

Fleeting sun took flight.

No peace left,

This fluttering morn.

Muteness carried her,

She wore it well.

It’s not for me,

This dark cloak of misery.

copyright Es-tee Miller

“The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy
is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet,
alone with the heavens, nature and God.
Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be”…
– Anne Frank