Woven of Daisies

雏菊编织

She was as beautiful as the most graceful of wildflowers, natural and fresh, washed by the morning dew and tenderly warmed by the sun. To look at her was like a moment of natural beauty that revitalizes the soul. And at that moment, I wanted to come behind her, quietly approach her, touch her hair, feeling the tenderness of her presence, and whisper, "Good morning!"