Dreaming of Daisies

I'm a pretty little thing,
Always coming with the spring;
In the meadows green I'm found,
Peeping just above the ground,
And my stalk is cover'd flat
With a white and yellow hat.

Little Mary, when you pass
Lightly o'er the tender grass,
Skip about, but do not tread
On my bright but lowly head,
For I always seem to say,
\”Surely winter's gone away.\”

Poem by Ann Taylor.

This fine-art print shows an artistic interpretation of the beautiful daisy flower and is infused with many colours and textures that bring a rustic mood to the scene of daisies blowing gently in a field.

Photography by Jason Wickens.