Only the daisies know

The trees made a wavering line
across the edge of the field
and I saw you standing beneath the oak
holding yourself upright just about.
I asked you why you had come
and you said it was only the yellow of the buttercups
that you dreamed of all winter
that had given you strength to walk so far.
the trees gazed down benignly
there was a river at the bottom of the dip
and we used to play there once
when we were children.I don’t know
why we don’t remember the important
feelings and places.Only the daisies know
that we grow where we can.Time shot past
like a flash of lightning,
Will I see you again?
Blue is your colour.I know this.
Grass is softer than stone pavements
And our hearts were not made to last forever,