A daisy woke at the break of day,
With petals tipped in light,
She stretched beneath the gentle sun
And shimmered soft and bright.
Her golden heart held summer’s glow
Her dress a cloud of white.
She danced each time the breezes passed
In quiet, pure delight.
The bees would hum their morning songs
And rest upon her face,
While dewdrops clung like tiny stars
That down could not erase.
She never boasted of her charm
Nor envied roses tall.
For in her simple,open bloom
She gave her joy to all.
And though she lived a fleeting life
Beneath the endless sky,
She filled each moment with such grace
That none could pass her by.