The Daisy Poem by Steven Harris

All that lives now is death
there is no life
all the land is now dead
turned to dust
the ocean turned inside out
dried up into dust
all that remains is a dead land
a desert, no life but death
after the fog settled
every living thing died
taken over by the black patch of the dead
blown open by fire
smashed by disaster
everything gone
a vast landscape of the dead
but look what remains on this desert
land
is one lonesome daisy
blowing in the sad wind
back and forth in the dead world
if it is dead
why is it here
why is this flower still blowing
why is still real in this dry land
the desert, the fire, the heat should destroy
it
but there it is
alive and living
blowing in the wind like a newspaper
like a feather
like a leaf
death has been defeated by the smallest thing
everything will now be living again
and death will be destroyed by the daisy
life starts over again
no fire, no flames, no hell can destroy this now
death is done
death is defeated.