Safe Keeping

Tell me…

if the sky was covered
in hued umbrellas
keeping me safe,
away from the rain,
could I ever
put on my big rubber boots

and dance

chancing a turned ankle,
wet hair, a cold to put me in my grave?

Tell me, if in that perfect life
filled to full with hued umbrellas
keeping me safely dry,
would daisies ever grow on my grave?