In fields where sunlight gently lays,
Daisies bloom in quiet praise.
Their petals whisper to the breeze,
A song of peace, a life of ease.
Beneath the sky’s cerulean gaze,
They dance and sway in morning haze.
Each flower a tale of simple grace,
An emblem of a gentle place.
Among the grasses, green and tall,
Daisies stand, both shy and small.
Yet in their silence, voices rise,
A chorus under open skies.
When twilight falls and stars ignite,
Daisies close, embrace the night.
And in their dreams, the world renews,
Awaiting dawn in morning dews.