DAISIES COVERING THE EARTH LIKE SO MUCH SNOW ...

 

Reminded am I, of ol' Langston Hughes,

And the poem he wrote called "Dreams";

Always awed with the depth of his views,

I became a dreamer of dreams.

And, dreams have since then kept me going,

It's dreams that keep dotage at bay;

And flowers are always a-growing

In dreams, on a cold winter's day.

In dreams I can steadily gaze

At the wonders of Nature benign,

And more: through the dark wintry haze, 

I discern all my blessings divine.