On a cold winter morning when the sky is as dim as it can be,
I hear my Daisy calling and dazedly staring at me.
In loneliness she keeps wailing and dancing as doldrum beats.
Yet worry not, my dandelion. Because as always, it’s just you and me.
And as you keep anxiously calling, for the Sun to rise and let you see,
Don’t forget to open your eyes my darling, because you make your own sunshine and make the light that sets me free.
So just like every morning, my marigold, keep staring at me.
Except this time around, sway to the rhyme of my song and smile so you can be seen.