Her name is that of a flower much like the ones you find in the middle of a beautiful field just living life and being so beautiful without much effort just swaying in the wind and kissing the morning sunshine smiling at the ladybugs as they flit by she is just like that flower innocent, a part of nature and a glorious sight for sore eyes I long to pick her and put her in a vase to capture her essence but alas, we all know what happens when we take a flower from it's natural home and ask it to live life to it's fullest while it's roots are drowning in tap water no daisy picking today