Innocent Faces

By M. Kennedy

Through the heat
and the dust,
of a dirty street,
the little ones
nodded to all.
Some slowed their pace
and ceased to frown,
surprised to find them there.
Others glanced down
and noticed naught.
just hurried on,
unaware.

Naive and sweet,
with innocent faces,
daisies grow up in unlikely places.
Some tiny seeds had drifted here,
warm rains had come and nourished.
The daisies were a welcome treat.
They grew, and here
they flourished.