Flowers

The grass felt like velvet,
Dew glistened in the sun.
The air was fresh and crispy,
A new season had begun.

The little buds would blossom
It was time to wake up.
There would be daffodils and lilies,
And roses and buttercups.

But there was one little daisy,
That remained crouched behind her wall.
She was still tiny and hidden,
While the others bloomed tall.

They laughed and teased and mocked her,
For she was thin and green,
The only blot in the picture
Of a land beautiful and serene.

Soon they started withering,
The petals dried and fell.
They lost their graceful nature,
And their fragrant smell.

The daisy finally stood up,
Like a star she shined.
She was proud and pretty,
While the others just whined.

The little boy plucked the daisy,
And with an expression very shy,
Gave it to the girl in pink,
For she's the apple of her eye.

That one little daisy,
And words so very few,
Conveyed so much more emotions
That the entire bouquet would ever do.