Shasta Daisy (Fibonacci) Poem by Paul Geiger

One
plant,
Shasta
Daisy, owns
such easy beauty—
belies it's enduring nature.

Needs no coddling; infiltrates, sprouts boldly year on year.

Tall, erect, flaunts pure white petals around a golden center; resists hungry insects.

Wizard of plants, Luther Burbank, absorbed fifteen years to make the purest white color he loved; breeding, crossing, combining four— perfection.

Bend down— look: brilliant white petals, neon yellow center in a spiral nautilus whorl, all on a stout green stalk. How many petals? A perfect thirty four? She loves me, she loves me not—count for yourself. Maybe average.