I wish to go picking daisies,
On this beautiful sunny spring day.
I know where there is a field of daisies,
Where my child loves to play.


It looks just like a fairy land,
Filled with all those beautiful flowers.
We can go there to pick a bouquet,
While we spend some serene hours.


Life is moving much to fast,
Not to find time to enjoy it’s beauty.
We all need to forget all our woes,
Getting away from our mundane duty.


Come my child, let’s go picking daisies,
In that mystical field of splendor.
It's a charming place, like a Monet painting,
With all the marvel it does render.


God has created this land just for us,
To share those moments of all His glory.
So today we’re going to pick white daisies,
In that majestic meadow, as in a fairy story.


© M. Doris Fuller

Graphics made from a painting by Hermann Seeger