In fields where daisies freely sway,
Beneath the sun’s warm, golden ray,
They dance in breezes soft and light,
A gentle ballet in morning’s sight.

Their petals whisper tales untold,
Of dreams and hopes, of hearts so bold,
In silent songs they softly sing,
Echoing joys the seasons bring.

Each bloom a star in daylight’s care,
A tapestry beyond compare,
They weave a world of pure delight,
In colors bright and spirits bright.

Oh, daisies in your meadow’s grace,
You paint the earth in soft embrace,
A testament to beauty’s power,
In every gentle, blooming hour.