A Simple Flower

How I used to make, when as a child so young, a daisy chain, by hands that were so neat, And around my neck, it was so very carefully hung, those blooms with sunny centres, so petite. The pleasure was to me so charming and so fine, and wandering through them was a joyful treat, A sea of white, so startling, so refreshing, so divine, like a feast of new laid snowflakes, 'neath my feet. They may have been known only as just a simple flower, and yet they shone with luminous resolve, They carried neither, height, nor strength nor a mighty power, and yet over thousands of years, they did evolve. Such a carpet of pretty heads, that in them, I carefully knelt, their faces beaming up, caused me to gaze, Upon their display of perfection, such emotion then I felt, that I'll love every Bellis Perennis, all my days. © Ernestine Northover