HOW VIOLETS CAME TO BE
The Meadow she was sorry
For her sister Sky, you see,
‘Cause though her robe of blue was bright,
‘Twas plain as it could be.
And so she sent a skylark up
To trim the Sky robe right
With daisies from the Meadow
(You can see them best at night).
And every scrap of blue cut out
To make those daisies set
Came tumbling down upon the grass
And grew a Violet.
from Woodland Tales by Ernest Thompson Seton