Poetry of Daisy’s Dreaming Garden: Daisy’s Secret World (Chapter 6 of 7)

Poetry of Daisy’s Dreaming Garden: Daisy’s Secret World (Chapter 6 of 7)
by Christopher Sopher
℗ Published by Christopher Sopher Media, LLC © 2011–2025

Valley of the Sun Press — Crazy Daisy the Pug© Poetry
December 4, 2025

Daisy’s Secret World
Volume 1, Poetry 6 of 7

Golden wings hummed, a whisper, a string,
soft as the hush that new secrets bring.
Puck hovered, wild, with mischief in flight,
his laughter like sunbeams slicing the light.

“Daisy,” he called, in a voice bold and free,
“Would you like to see what only fairies see?”

Daisy’s ears perked, her heart took a leap,
“A secret place, hidden deep?”

Puck grinned. “The most secret of all.”
Luna twirled, her light standing tall.
“Wait for me! I’m coming too!”
Daisy’s tail wagged. “Lead me through.”

With that, they soared, they danced, they ran,
Daisy leapt as only a dreamer can.
Through towering blooms, past trees that spoke,
over the earth where old magic woke.

Then—brambles, thick, an impassable maze,
woven with time in twisting braids.
But hidden within, just out of sight,
a small secret opening bathed in light.

“This way,” called Puck, his voice like a tune,
vanishing swift in the shadows of noon.
Daisy paused, her nose to the air,
something sacred was waiting there.

Step by step, she pushed her way,
through tunnels of vines, past petals that swayed.
And then—she emerged, wide eyes in delight,
as the dream-world unfolded in shimmering light.

A garden untouched, tucked far from time,
where wildflowers swayed in rhythm and rhyme.
Mushrooms stood in their perfect ring,
a secret place where lost stars sing.

The scent of the earth was rich, alive,
a whispering pond let goldfish dive.
Lily pads danced as a toad took its throne,
high in the branches, an owl watched alone.

A tiny voice, soft as the breeze,
rose from the petals, light as the leaves.
“Hi, Daisy,” it giggled, small and bright,
a fairy appeared, woven in light.

Younger than Luna, soft pastels dressed,
woven from twilight, kissed by rest.
Her wings fluttered, a butterfly’s grace,
laughter like wind chimes spun into lace.

Daisy blinked. “How do you know my name?”
Celeste just smiled. “Oh, it’s always the same.
We’ve known you long, from the whispers that play,
from the songs that the garden hums through the day.”

Daisy watched as the world danced around,
a lizard on stone, a snail on the ground.
A mouse in the brush, a goldfish’s glide,
all of it moving in time, side by side.

She took a deep breath, let wonder sink in,
this place held a magic that pulsed through her skin.
She turned to her friends, her eyes soft with light,
her heart full of something that felt beyond night.

“I just want to say—thank you, my friends,
for showing me magic that never quite ends.
For letting me see what lies past the sky,
a world untouched where no walls lie.”

The fairies beamed, their laughter took flight,
a melody drifting in golden twilight.
And there they sat, in the hush of the space,
wrapped in the warmth of a timeless embrace.

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