in the mountains, daisies wild
laying down on grass green
sun bright in your eyes
earth moist on your thighs
have you swallowed the elixir
of life… haven’t you, daisy child?
morning dew on the daisies wild
laughter, of the mountain stream
breaks out from your eyes
spills out into my world
when you cry
oh, so beautiful, daisy child
suddenly, I’m afraid to die…
In the end all you want is a pen that writes well and a life that you've lived well.
Story Of The Footloose 
Touched by this Prashant 😌
Thank you Diana. 🙂