When The Cosmos Met A Daisy

When the Cosmos met a Daisy

She said – stand up straight

Do not be lazy!

No wonder the Willows weep

To see the Cosmos half asleep 

He replied – I need my space ~

You should know your place ~

For you are just a pretty face,

And I am in all that matters ~

Energy & the laws of time…

I sway in the wind

And know what rhymes

I bend with the breeze

Can reach to the heavens,

And don’t die if I freeze –

I see the span of each star

 I may have wispy leaves

But can see what’s afar –

For I am the Cosmos;

You can find me in books

And all that grows

I am not stuck here on earth.

Pray tell ~ what is a Daisy?

Vanity full of mirth,

Adorning the garden’s edge

A splash of paint ~

Is nature’s pledge

But in time you faint –

So lest we judge each other,

Our names we might taint,

There is force in a name —

Some can sing ~

Others can paint

Be not ashamed

The Hens & Chicks ~

How do they rate?

Or the Creeping Thyme ~

Her fragrance glows –

 Candytuft like summer snow;

 Periwinkle as a violet maid

  Bugleweed whorls on spikes

Before they fade…

Lavender calm and serene,

Her plumes of indigo –

Balance the scene.

Consider the Lily ~

None can compare

God has dressed her 

With so much flare ~

Oh we do have harmony,

For we have known peace

We share the same tune ~

We have different colours

Yet we all still bloom.

Not just for the Cosmos…

But for all who can hear

The language of flowers

Is angelic and clear.

Valerie Hayes

Note: The Language of the Flowers was first published in 1819, and popularized during the Victorian era. I do not associate any flowers with hidden occult meanings. Just whimsy in poetry and comparisons, colour and intrigue.