A sunny day in June. A field of daisy wheels,
Translucent petals stretching from the core,
The waves of swaying grass along the rolling hills,
The ears full of grain next to the sandy shore.
The twinkling spokes, stretching from the core,
The chain and wheels in rolling motion for miles.
Come on! In-run, take off into the sky and soar
Round and round above the field with camomiles!
