Daisy Convention In the Meadow

The summer daisy convention was in full swing They were twisting and bobbing, an amazing thing. The entire meadow was full of their happy stems. They were gay and carefree, there were no amends. I watched from the hill, a dandelion puff, floating by. One snapped me up and quickly said “Hi!” I was surprised, she had seen some worth in me. The next to arrive was an excited yellow bumblebee.