In fields where daisies sway and sigh,
Beneath the vast and endless sky,
They dance upon the morning dew,
Whispering dreams both old and new.

Their petals white, a gentle grace,
Each one a smile upon its face,
They greet the sun with open arms,
And weave a spell of subtle charms.

The breeze it plays a tender tune,
Among the daisies’ bright festoon,
A symphony of nature’s choir,
That lifts the heart and spirits higher.

Oh, daisies in the morning light,
You fill the world with pure delight,
A symbol of the joy we seek,
In every bloom, so mild and meek.