See, the grass is full of stars, 
Fallen in their brightness; 
Hearts they have of shining gold, 
Rays of shining whiteness. 
Buttercups have honeyed hearts, 
Bees they love the clover, 
But I love the daisies’ dance 
All the meadow over. 
Blow, O blow, you happy winds, 
Singing summer’s praises, 
Up the field and down the field 
A-dancing with the daisies.

From Little Songs: A Book of Poems (McClelland and Stewart)
This poem is in the public domain.