Luscious and red

Oh so pretty

Envied by all

Extremely witty

Those roses seem to have it all

But I'm stuck being a daisy

One that's really small

My mother says,

"Us daisies are lucky,

With sweet scents and beauty."

So why do I feel yucky?

"I want to be a rose!"

I exclaim quite loud

But mother always says

That I should be proud

"Grow up to be independent,

There's no need for attention."

Then mother, why am I so sad

When in the flowerbeds, I'm not mentioned?

My mother then told me

"Be the best YOU can be.

Don't worry about the lives of those roses, Daisy."

So I finally gave in

And waited to see

What would happen

If I followed her guidance and just lived my life for me

I eventually grew older and larger in size

And found that those roses I know longer despised

My mother was right all along

Those roses will wilt, but daisies are strong!

I didn't want to be

A rose anymore

Daisies might not be perfect

But those roses have sharp thorns

Imagine had I

Not had mother near

To guide me away

And to steer clear

From those roses

And their thorns

What may have happened?

Would my life have been torn?

Those roses may always seem to have it all

But I'm glad I'm stuck being a daisy

Not nearly as small ♥