by Elizabeth Wrobel
Little daisy fold up your petals—close your golden eye,
Tucked in snug and tight—in the meadow where you lie.
Fall—fall—falling fast asleep.
As the saying goes tomorrow you will be,
Waking up fresh, “fresh as a daisy!”
Read about Elizabeth Wrobel here.
Next (Amelia Earheart’s Love Story) >
< Previous (The Word is _____)
Photo is in the Public Domain.
Leave a Reply