Daisies are like sunshine to the ground.

I started finding hearts in things - whether it was like, a tree I was passing, a straw wrapper on the ground; I think the heart has one continuous line, which is very powerful.

Thou unassuming Commonplace Of Nature.

We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted.

The poet's darling.

That of all the floures in the mede, Thanne love I most these floures white and rede, Suche as men callen daysyes in her toune.