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.
