You caught the corner of my eye
Snuggled away in frosty grass
Hiding amongst your green brethren
Under the feet that pass
You must have lifted your head
As the chill winds blew hard and surly
And wished you could have retreated
For Spring you were much too early
But can I tell you, little daisy
That to us you are a gift
The first sign of better days
Your task our spirits to uplift
How soon the crowds will forget you
Despite your proud and hardy poses
When they are engulfed in the scents
Of the midsummer roses
But this day belongs to you, sweet friend
You have beaten them all to the punch
Your loftier pals the daffodils
The cut flowers by the bunch
Still have their wares to display
With Winter still their shroud
But with your sunny central beam
Stand higher and oh, so proud!
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