In fields where sunlight softly lies,
Daisies dance beneath the skies.
Whispers of dreams in petal white,
A gentle touch in morning light.
Their faces turn to greet the dawn,
With grace and innocence reborn.
Amidst the grass, they stand so free,
A testament to purity.
Beneath the azure vast expanse,
They sway and twirl in natureâs dance.
Simple beauty, pure delight,
A meadow’s joy, a lovely sight.
As evening falls with tender hue,
They close their eyes, kissed by the dew.
In dreams they rest till morning’s glow,
In fields where gentle daisies grow.