In fields where sunlight gently falls,
Daisies dance with grace and ease,
Whispers carried by the breeze,
Nature’s gentle, timeless calls.
Petals bright like morning’s glow,
Secrets in their sunlit hue,
Stories of the morning dew,
A world they wish to show.
Gathered in their simple charm,
A symphony of white and gold,
Silent tales they softly hold,
In meadows free from harm.
Beneath the sky, so wide and clear,
Daisies stand with humble pride,
In their beauty, dreams reside,
A gentle promise, year by year.