Daisies by Andrew Young

The stars are everywhere tonight,

above, beneath me and around;

they fill the sky with powdery light

and glimmer from the night-strewn ground;

for where the folded daisies are

in every one I see a star.

And so I know that when I pass

where no sun’s shadow counts the hours

and where the sky was there is grass

and where the stars were there are flowers,

through the long night in which I lie

stars will be shining in my sky.