A field-daisy opened her golden heart, and looked up at the blue sky.
The warm sun shone on her, and the morning wind blew softly over her;
but the daisy was afraid. "The world is so wide, and I am so small,"
she sighed. "I cannot be of any use. Perhaps it would be better to
fold my petals and hide my head."
A bee flew down and settled on the daisy. "Dear little Golden Heart,
how sweet you are!" she whispered. "How your white petals shine!
Their tips are pink, as if the wind had kissed them. Will you give me
honey and pollen to make bee bread for the babies in the hive?"
The daisy shook with joy. "Take all I have," she said. "How glad I am
to find that I am loved and needed!"
A lark dropped from the sky, singing a glorious song that told about
the beauty of the clouds. He saw the daisy.
"Dear little Golden Heart, how sweet you are!" he sang, as he came
down. "How your white petals shine! Their tips are pink, as if the
wind had kissed them. Will you stay there and bloom so that my babies
peeping from their nest may watch you all the day? They love to look
at pretty, shining things."
"Gladly, gladly!" cried the daisy. "How sweet it is to think that they
should like to look at me!"
A little girl came tripping over the short grass. When she saw the
daisy she ran to it and knelt beside it. She touched it lovingly.
"Dear little Golden Heart, how sweet you are!" she said. "How your
white petals shine! Their tips are pink, as if the wind had kissed
them. Will you stay here and bloom till I may bring the baby out to
see you?"
"Oh, how willingly!" whispered the daisy. Now her golden heart was
full of joy.
"What a happy, happy world!" she thought. "Although it is so wide,
there is a place for me. I can be useful and give pleasure. What
could be better than that?"
Thankfully she spread her shining petals to the sun. When night came
she folded their tips together, and hung her head, to rest till morning
light again brought happiness.