Today I will write a poem using the style of giving a personality to an inanimate object. (A good example of this can be found in the Bible (in Proverbs) where wisdom is referred to as a “she”.)
How fair among flowers you are, Daisy,
for you never cease to be cheerful.
You are the brightness to my dark
and giggles to counteract my sighing.
You prove over and over again
that most things are like the ugly duckling.
Your stem is drab and sticky,
but your face is pretty,
Upon sight of you I smile.
Sometimes you are are called a “painted daisy”
like my grandmother grew in her garden,
but you are usually like a white-adorned bride.
Your fragrance is delicate,
sometimes not even there,
but never overpowering;
sweetness at its most beautiful best.
I can see why you’re related to the sunflower
your middle section a beautiful yellow-gold.
Your petals grow starting at your center
and they pass on the joy from there.
I admire you and have for years,
you and Tulip being the only flowers I ever drew.
I hope to pass on your sunshine
as you keep on encouraging me to never give up hope.