In fields where quiet whispers dance,
The daisies bloom in gentle trance.
Their petals pure, so white, so bright,
They greet the dawn with soft delight.
Beneath the azure sky they sway,
A sea of stars in light of day.
Their laughter sings on the summer breeze,
A melody among the trees.
In their simplicity, a story told,
Of innocence and hearts of gold.
They stand together, hand in hand,
A gentle army across the land.
Though time may pass and seasons change,
The daisiesâ beauty will remain.
A timeless echo in the fields,
A promise that the earth reveals.