The sweet daisy with her bright smile and white collar, marks the birth of spring. She sheds her tender petals in the breeze. Sailing graceful like a summer snow. When the dark skies fold over the shimmer of the sun, you may find the daisies turning colors. Her sunny mood, dampened. White and pure no longer. On dark days, marked with grief You may come to find a field of blue daisies, blowing paled, darkened petals like the rain.