Daisy Osteospermum, appropriately called “Day’s eye”, is one of more than a million standing huddled as subshrubs in organised chaos to each other but also in unity looking in a vertical direction for its survival dependant inter alia on the sun’s energy. It accepts the blue sky as a matter of fact and does not care that the blue sky is actually white sunlight made up of many different colours mixed together and that the blue gets scattered everywhere into the air making the sky look blue. It is also oblivious of the fact that its scientific name, osteospermum is derived from the Greek and Latin language and is proud to be called one of the following – Cape daisy, African daisy, South African daisy or even blue-eyed daisy.
The daisies are all similar, yet different in size and length, special, patriotic but different in colour, some blue and others yellow and purple, giving them a collective rainbow appearance where they are standing in either rich or poor soil. This phenomenon is easy on the human eye and tranquilising and it is a pity that Daisy is not able to have a similar experience during nighttime when it sleeps, and when the stars seems to twinkle when its light ripples through moving air.
The daisies are not standing out in relation to each other (similar to the ubuntu principle), but are equal, God’s perfect uncomplicated nature in contrast to the vicious machinations of the generally egocentric godless human race. Individualistic and concentric as one of a small family but also part of a big society of different colours where they all need each other for the magnificent visual effect free of vanity, pride and vainglory.
Despite the fact that daisies have a mild smell, bees and butterflies visit them assisting them to manufacture their seeds, free of condescension. The soil provides them with chemicals for food, the organic matter and they take it in with water through their tiny roots, demanding nothing more. They will survive until they die during wintertime or they may perish during a cataclysmic phenomenon, conflagration or they may be eaten. There are many other ways they can cease to exist. Their existence is simple and their death unanticipated, no feelings of distress or embarrassment at having failed or been humiliated. There are no perturbations or trepidations to be sensed from others and looking at a goat’s approaching tongue, not a feeling that an abominable creature is going to rub out its colourful existence.
Slowly, with the sun sinking away in the west, the daisies will first go into a state of near-sleep until they will close their petals at nightfall. During times when the wind is blowing very strong, even when it is in the epicentre of a resulting tornado, they will stand firmly, obstinate against this uncongenial force. Its dagged behaviour prodigious and marvellous until nature loses its inexorable grip on them moving on to other areas just to duplicate its near destructive force, nature against nature, the one not yielding to the other, no epitaph necessary.
The next day it will open its petals, sucking in the sun’s energy for another splendid day, vitalized and free of any consciousness and visited and enjoyed by God’s other created cosmic creatures, rustling in the morning breeze.
But similar to the human race - where most people are living an individualistic lifestyle, running a jagged rat race fuelled by their greed and their obsession with beauty and immediate satisfaction, neglecting especially the elderly, the ill and stepping on the injured and fallen ones as if they were common plants - to survive a period of abominable drought, it will go into “sleep mode”, aborting it’s flower buds with a slim chance of it reappearing. Like the modern society - overindulging, ignorant to important worldly issues and morbidly interested in death and destruction - rotting of its roots the result of too much water especially after a very dry period, not able to say no to the sudden and long lasting but deadly relief, nature killing nature, as if nature is copying their human rulers, rejecting God’s prescriptions and forfeit God’s providence.
Then, nature and human, the one in name and the other in evil spirit, binding together to form an entity, and in this instance called Daisy de Melker, supposed to nurse her human spouse with natures love, but in poisoning him with natures assistance, manipulating and betraying the earthly bond.
To restore the equilibrium between nature and humanity, to project nature as a wonderful partner and a colourful inspiration, humanity in its good sense, producing popular songs in “Daisy Bell” and “Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do”. All is forgiven in a world where love is the only answer, beautifully explained by Jean Becker in his film My afternoons with Margueritte - “It’s not a typical love affair but ‘love’ and ‘tenderness’ both are there. Named after a daisy, she lived amidst words, surrounded by adjectives in green fields of verbs some force you to yield but she with soft art passed through my hard shield and into my heart. Not always are love stories just made of love, sometimes, love is not named but it’s love just the same … “
Sources used: One rotten 49-year-old brain; Free State English; Wikipedia; Why is the sky blue? By Geraldine Taylor and www.thefreedictionary.com
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