Dog Daisy's, Taller than their tiny kin
Long stemmed and green in leaf,
reaching up towards the sky.
Now new, with white petalled faces
and a bright and golden eye,
in the Autumn they will wither
appearing then to fade and die,
not so, in the Spring they'll rise again,
to carpet all the grassy borders,
with a promise to renew their duty
spreading over all their beauty,
blowing in the Summer breeze
  playing host to swarming bee's.