This poem is for a flower that always makes my day.
I trample on other plants because I’m picky.

Roses I grow tired of, its hard for me to hold them with my caring hands
This flower is different its roots reach out to me and its leaves start to blush.

It smiles at me daily but when I smile I can tell it smiling back.
It’s funny how my skin can’t reflect the sun like yours can.

I’ll rather plant you separate in a *** because they don’t deserve to be next to you.

At the end of a long day I enjoy coming to my garden and lie down with that flower.
Stare into the relaxing clouds and whisper to the flower and say man do I love daisies.