I spied a tuft of daisies
In the corner of my eye
When I was walking and
I might have passed them by
If their purity
Hadn't caught my eye.
They might've been rubies,
Diamonds, or other sparkling gems
But it was their humility
That made me gaze 'pon them
And wonder at the simple things
That I don't understand.
So I can only turn and thank
The Hand that planted them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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