Daisies

The stars are everywhere to-night,

Above, beneath me and around;

They fill the sky with powdery light

And glimmer from the night-strewn ground;

For where the folded daisies are

In every one I see a star.

And so I know that when I pass

Where no sun's shadow counts the hours

And where the sky was there is grass

And where the stars were there are flowers,

Through the long night in which I lie

Stars will be shining in my sky.

by Andrew Young

Plumage © Susara Phillips