In the gentle embrace of morning light,
Daisies awaken in the meadow’s grace,
Whispers of petals, pure and bright,
A symphony in nature’s tender space.

Their faces turn to the golden sun,
With laughter carried on the breeze,
In fields where dreams are gently spun,
They sway with an ancient, timeless ease.

Beneath the sky, vast and wide,
Daisies gather in quiet repose,
A tapestry of white where secrets hide,
In every bloom, a story grows.

Oh, daisies, in your simple song,
You teach us of the humble way,
To find the beauty where we belong,
And dance with joy through each new day.