It stands its ground and never moves
its beauty gathers so this it proves
That life is beautiful right where it lies
so it shall be until it dies.
Its pedals are arms that stretch out wide
in place on the ground it seems to hide
For the color it has taken is that of the sun
this is a daisy my blue forgotten one.
No longer does it grow on the Earth
for it is a present to a new born at birth
That of a child that one day will be
a curious Human of which will now see.