I grew a little white daisy
In between my palms
Simple and solitary
But they gave it a glance
And decided it was too bland

I grew a little white daisy
In between my palms
Delicate and humble
But they looked dismissive
And very much offended

I grew a little white daisy
In between my palms
Unembellished and exquisite
But they thought it needed
Mending and perfecting

I grew a little white daisy
In between my palms
They asked me where
The bright splendid colours were
And why it did not have
Any sweet fragrance at all

I grew a little white daisy
In between my palms
They wanted to see
Only the famous crimson red rose
But I thought my daisy
Was beautiful the way it was