Humble Flower

Poets write of daffodils in Spring And skylarks soaring on the wing, But the little daisy seems to be A nondescript nonentity. This humble flower, pure as the snow, Is nature's queen, from long ago. Waking at dawn she greets the light And with the sunset says 'goodnight'. Forty white petals, trim and neat Surround a golden centre, sweet. She reigns amid the grasses green The daintiest flower ever seen. Yet trampled on by you and I Ignored, abused by passers by. She suffers in silence but ne'ertheless Forgives us for our thoughtlessness. Buttercups and Daisies is the theme resounding across the flowing stream. And daisy-chains the children wear Tis a humble flower ~ I do declare.