A field of flowers lies along a path of peaceful green grass.
Flowers grow to be beautiful there.
A special daisy more beautiful than the others.
Loved to lie tranquilly with the other daisies.
Several pass to observe the flowers as they blow in the wind.
Some admire, others stop to stare, a few stop to pick a daisy
The special daisy was picked from the ground without warning.
At first she was afraid but he seemed kind so she didn't worry.
But he did not take care for her.
He didn't water her or protect her.
He didn't love her.
He trampled her beautiful petals.
He left her along the path far from the other daisies.
He left her in a field of roses
They were not peaceful as the daisies.
They were prickly and arrogant.
Distant and cold.
The daisy did not fit in.
She was not as beautiful as she once was.
Her petals were withered her face sad.
Several pass to observe the flowers as they blow in the wind.
Some admire, others stop to stare, a few stop to pick a daisy
The daisy dreamed she could return to the peaceful green grass.
One stopped and stared then knelt down and gently picked her.
She was afraid.
Would he trample her like the other?
This time the one who stopped and picked her...
Loved her, protected her, and returned her to the peaceful green grass
The End
