Daisies are one of the flowers of the genus Aster. The flower does not just bud, blossom, and die. Rather it performs a daily routine of "sleeping" at night by closing and "waking" in the morning by opening up again. Because of this, the daisy is referred to as "day's eye" and symbolizes new beginnings. Likewise, the moth also symbolizes rebirth and transformation, as well as hidden knowledge, inner wisdom, and unconditional love. Moths are connected to the moon and nighttime. They show up to help you discover your hidden desires and awaken your true self. Daisies, too, are associated with the night. Aster comes from the Latin word for star. These flowers not only resemble bright stars, but are also named for the Greek goddess Astraea who turned into a star. When she weeps, her tears fall as stardust and, when they land, they turn into Aster flowers, including the daisy. From this mix of fact and mythology this story emerges and grows.

 

The Moth and the Daisy

 

Once upon a time, there was a handsome moth. He had very strong wings that carried him wherever he wished to go but he was very sad. Something was missing. Each day he would fly farther and farther, searching the meadows, but never finding the happiness he was looking for until one day...

 

There she was, gently swaying in the summer breeze. He thought her white petals were so beautiful and he loved her happy, little, yellow center. He flew to the daisy and perched on her edge drinking her sweet nectar and smelling her sweet perfume.

 

But the summer sun soon began to set, and with the night, the little flower's petals closed. He was so sad again because he knew many flowers only blossom for a short time. Broken hearted, he just couldn't bear to leave his precious flower and stayed quietly near her side, flying back-and-forth, always to return, all through the night.

 

Then a magical thing happened. The goddess Astraea saw his pain and wept for him. Her tears fell as stardust, floating to the ground, sprinkling his wings and his little flower with their shimmer. Before long, the dawn arrived. To the moth's surprise and delight, his little flower once again opened her petals and renewed his joy.

 

Similarly, each night while the daisy sleeps, the moth is never far away. The stardust drifts down. Enchantment twinkles. Morning breaks. His little flower opens up her heart to him. And so their love continues, day and night turning into weeks and months...to this very day.