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The world covered in daisies

The world covered in daisies

The world covered in daisies
Here I lay in the field of daisies
Feeling lazy away from this crazy
World the sky is blue the sun
Is bright as the flower children
Frolic in the sun as they sing
And dance across the field
Of Daisies

wouldn’t it be fun if world
covered in daisies the sun
always shined, but a little
Rain must fall And when
The sun came out a
Rainbow shined on
A world covered in daisies

As I lay here in a field of daisies
Watching the birds fly in the sky
And watching the bees and the
Butterflies frolic across the
The fields of daisies
The world covered in daisies

 

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Shirley Harrison

A world I much prefer dear Greg, this made me smile remembering the moments I was a child. The world today isn't what it once was but there is always space for change hopefully for the better. Lovely imagery and lovely thoughts. 🌹 

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Greg Etsell

Thank you so much. I am so happy you like this poem. I love it. thanks for reading

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Neville

You conjure up a great image Greg .. One I could very easily live with .. 

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Greg Etsell

Thank you so much for reading. I’m glad you liked this poem. I do too

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Neville

My pleasure Greg 😎👍

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