In the heart of the glade,
The daisy sleeps.
Surrounded by the slumbering trees,
The sound of living, growing silence
Permeates the air,
The scent of peace and waiting.
The daisy sits at the centre of a spiral,
An unfurling web of greenest nature,
And winter sighs its last
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