Circumference of a garden

A miniature armadillo bumbles the wrong way up, in unexpected
sunlight
Bird, you could be my winged chariot if I was a little smaller
A quill of a leaf rests, perhaps encasing a vacuum
Untidy petals on a daffodil new-woken
A daisy, ripe, in complete opaque white
Trying to be specific
A stripped tree, a frozen firework, seems to drip
Trying to reach the heavens but not quite making it
If I hid down here, tiny and undefined, would you ever remember to look
for me?