I was woken up this morning by the sound of hollering and yelling. I came out of my room and my mom had told me that the world was going to end and my dad went to by shelter supplies or whatever. I ignored it and went outside and-- BOOM. Everything outside was chaos with posters and people running around outside like idiots. Some random chick grabbed me by my face and kept shouting, 'THE WORLD IS ENDING! THE WORLD ID ENDING!'. I decided to go back inside then. Right now, we're waiting for my dad to build some undergrown shelter. And I want to ask, is it really going to end? ._.
The Daisy flower is gentle, swift and sensitive. It is more elegant than a rose. Its petals blow off in the wind. It decides your true life, your love, and fate. The Daisy is powerful, calm, peaceful and sensitive. The daisy flower dances to life, like a spell, its fragile senses changes the way one thinks. The power, of a flower.