Silver daisies by the river's flow
Are surrounded by fluffy hills of snow
that have made an imprint on my soul
which will then make myself go cold.
And when I shiver through the night
my nightmares wake me with a sense of fright
As I see my silver daises fight
against the cold and wintery sight.
Morning break I run to the river's flow
and jump over the fluffy hills of snow
where I find my silver daisies hold
for me to pick up and bring back home.