Daisies in the Presence of God

In a field of daisies, so bright and fair,

God's presence is felt everywhere,

Each petal, each stem, each blade of grass, 

Is a testament to His creative mass.

The sun shines down, the breeze blows free,

And God's love is plain for all to see,

The daisies away, they dance and sing,

A chorus of praise to their heavenly King.

The colors, the beauty, the sweet perfume, 

All point to the One who makes all things bloom.

For in this field, we can clearly see,

The hand of God, so lovingly.

So let us take a moment, to pause and reflect,

On the wonder of creation, so perfect and correct. 

And in this field of daisies, let us bow our heads,

And thank our God, who makes all things spread.