I am a daisy,
Among thousands of roses
Neither the prettiest
Nor the most attractive
I am just different
Their eyes avoid me
Not even as a sight for sore eyes
I glow in the dark
And have no thorns
Only pure white petals
And a gentle heart
She dreams, this little daisy
Her wings spread
High up in the clouds.
This heated soul
She is shy,
But behind this rough appearance
Lies something inside
Something worth more than thousands of roses side by side.