The Little Daisy

The dainty daisy wished it was

like a sunflower; tall and strong.

Tired of getting squished, it was

by boots of big brutes, all day long.

“Daisy”, I said, “Oh, don't you know

you are a bloom lovely and bright?

Sunflowers may, like sunshine, glow

but you’re the twinkling twilight.

You are the pretty tinkling chimes

beside the sunflowers booming gong;

your smallness something that’s sublime

that would be lost if your stem was long.

You are the cherubim of flowers;

sweet as a beaming child you are.

Sunflowers have more solar power

but Daisies shower the Earth with stars”.