Those Daisy's

Those lawn daisy's they shut up tight,
Waiting morning sun and good sunlight,
Throughout the evening then when its dark,
They are minute and even quite stark.
Tall and stately free as the breeze,
Brighter the sun the more one sees,
Such a contrast to what was before,
White against green they predominate more.
Fine delicate petals facing the sun,
Stems almost invisible on everyone,
The spot in the middle accentuates the face,
Scattered they are all over the place.

ABOUT THIS POEM;
I was ng and looking out the ranch-sliders at the
lawn and realised it needed mowing, since the daisy's
were present this was indicated. It was at that momernt
I wrote the poem but the vision was true to nature fascinating,
simple and lovely.