A maid adorned in scarlet treads a path across a glade.
As she comes to a shimmering pool she pauses.
For there she finds two white daisies
One short, one tall
One younger, one older
But which one shall she keep
Her life has been turmoil and torment
She has been asked to choose
Which one shall she keep?
The pool though not great has many stones
Stones that are there for stepping and decision-making
As she jumps, she plucks a petal from each daisy and is heard to sing
I love you, I love you not
To Each
Intimacies are shared
Professions are made
I love you, I love you not
Finally reaching the other side
One petal is left and this she chooses