It’s almost March and Spring will come
To brighten daises in the sun,
As tinted buds around my gate
Will soon wear garlands, I await.
Then daybreak radiates to spray
Each perfumed cheek while beams display
Fresh golden blooms so lemon-bright;
In yellow tones...such rare delight.
Oval-shaped leaves unfurling now
Infusing highlights through the bough,
Adorning a crown of flowers
In amber shade from dazzling hours.
When hues of morn begin to croon
Their rhythm to cycle’s fortune
Oh daisies in the sun, I’ll hear
The lambent glow of Spring’s premiere!
Here Comes The Sun Contest