Buttercups And Daisies

Poets write verses on flowers in spring when skylarks ascend upon the wing, but buttercups and daisies seem to be an 'insignificant nonentity'. These country flowers, so well we know are nature's queens from the long ago, waking at dawn... greeting the light, and at evening glow, saying goodnight. Yet, trampled upon by you and I, and taken for granted by most passers by suffering in silence ~ but nevertheless they forgive us for our thoughtlessness! 'Buttercups and Daisies' is the song that we recall from summers long gone; without these petals, fields would bare, they are part of our heritage, I do declare.