In the spring I asked the daisies
If his words were true,
And the clever little daisies
Now the fields are brown and barren,
Bitter autumn blows,
And of all the stupid asters
Not one knows.
Actually I like wild Asters, and I don't think that they are stupid at all.
What a funny poem
Thank you Vicky for the beautiful Monet painting. Those are wild Asters. They grow here wild in nature.