Poetry Pleases: Daisies
John Waddington-Feather hails that humble flower, the daisy - a small copy of the sun.
Rooted in earth, the lowly daisy
reaches no heights, lives always underfoot,
yet eagerly we watch its shy appearance
every spring.
Children count its riches,
lovers catch their heartbeats
in its petals' fall,
old men fumble sticks
to touch its tiny form;
this lifelong wonder,
day's eye bright,
strewn by the sun
small copies of itself.
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