Less valued than more showy cousins
In pastures,scattered by the dozens
Heralds of spring and brighter days
Mimicking sunshine’s golden days

Peruse them closely,stop and stare
Though common is their name
How can this be,if they are rare
We seem to see them everywhere

Rare, because of the joy they bring
Simple pleasures make hearts sing
Say l am foolish,call me crazy
I’m smitten by the common daisy