A daisy; simple, poised, perfect.

Longing to be admired and loved

yet overlooked by all who pass.

Surrounded by vibrant flora

how can the daisy compete?

An innocent beauty, a struggle to see.

To grow tall and strong

only to be trampled and ignored.

Tragic is what it is; just tragic.

Forlorn and alone,

beaten and bruised,

the daisy learns its place.

Keep to the shadows,

avoid the others.

Never be seen, never be heard

for its beauty is rarely understood.

A mere daisy it is,

naught but an innocent beauty.