In the quiet of the morning’s embrace,
Daisies whisper secrets to the dawn,
Their petals glisten with dew’s grace,
As nightâs shadows are gently withdrawn.
They stand as sentinels of light,
In fields where dreams and nature blend,
Dancing softly in the sunlight,
Their beauty speaks, with no end.
A symphony of white and gold,
They sing of love and whispered dreams,
Stories of the young and old,
Carried away by gentle streams.
In the meadow, time stands still,
Among the daisies pure and bright,
Hearts find solace, minds find will,
In their simple, serene delight.