My Fair Daisy

Why, my daisy, Do your petals droop? Fading, falling to the ground? And why, my daisy, Do you bow down to the wind When gusts growl and roar with rage? Your beautiful tall stem, So proud and bold Is now humble, withering weak Please, my daisy Don’t give up just yet! Less stormy days will come. Take hope, my Daisy! Raise your stem high And lift your petals in defiance To those grumpy gray clouds! Drink in the rain of these snarling storms And grow stout and strong So when happier days come again You may reflect the sun In your brilliant, yellow petals And ease the gloom of stormy days In someone else’s heart.