See the grass, are full of stars
Fallen becuase of their brightness;
Hearts they have of shinning gold,
Rays of shinning whiteness.
Buttercups have honeyed hearts,
Bees they love the clover,
But I love the daises' dance
All the meadow over.
Blow, o blow, you happy winds
Singing summer Praises,
Up the field and down the field
A-dancing with the daises.
-love_brunette🌸
