One of the most beautiful sights in my world is seeing the Daisy flowers emerge. There is more to them than what meets the eye. They are a welcome sight at the start of spring. The plant that sends out the flower is being careful, it is trying to make the flowers visible to the insects but only just enough because the weather in spring is unpredictable so the plant may need to send more than one flower. If the grass is long, the stem of the flower is long, if the grass is short, the stem is short. It doesn't want to stick out too much because it may be eaten, so it has to be perfectly balanced, not too visible but enough to get the bees attention. They are little worlds, little living islands; they have a yellow forest of micro flowers in the middle of the pod. Tiny creatures may spend their whole life living on the flower, little mites and microscopic beings. I don't touch them, I just stop to look at them. The white petals of the flower are like a tiny paper valley, bright and carefully balanced.
I will never get tired of drawing them. They were around before I was here and they will continue to emerge from the grass after my time is up in this world. Their purpose is always the same, gather pollen from insects to make seeds of a plant that is good at staying alive.
Our lives change every year but they stay the same, a familiar sight, the longer you look at them them the calmer a person could feel. The strong early spring flower, the daisy. The careful one.