To the daisy ...

There are so many different species of daises , this one is quite a large, flat one. It seemed to be welcoming the sun. It is such a happy flower. How could it ever be called a weed !

 

To the Daisy:

When, smitten by the morning ray,

I see thee rise alert and gay,

Then, chearful Flower! my spirits play

With kindred motion:

 

Wordsworth

 

Done