A Daisy

By Catherine Pulsifer

I picked the daisy and did say
Does he love me in any way?
He loves me, he loves me not
This will put him on the spot.

A childish way to find true love
A daisy is a flower from above
So simple, its pedals of white
That seem to dance in the light.

Daisies are the flower of spring
And happiness they do bring.
We picked them as a child
We picked them as they grow wild.

Daisies are the flower of sunshine
They can make a garden look so fine
Dancing in the summer breeze
Symbolizing no more cold, no more freeze.

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