Humble Flower Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Poets write of daffodils in Spring
And skylarks soaring on the wing,
But the little daisy seems to be
A nondescript nonentity.

This humble flower, pure as the snow,
Is nature's queen, from long ago.
Waking at dawn she greets the light
And with the sunset says 'goodnight'.

Forty white petals, trim and neat
Surround a golden centre, sweet.
She reigns amid the grasses green
The daintiest flower ever seen.

Yet trampled on by you and I
Ignored, abused by passers by.
She suffers in silence but ne'ertheless
Forgives us for our thoughtlessness.

Buttercups and Daisies is the theme
resounding across the flowing stream.
And daisy-chains the children wear
Tis a humble flower ~ I do declare.