The Rose In The Daisy (Feb 11, 2007)

A bee flew by
To tend to its chore
A daisy saw it fly
And tried to ignore

The next one that flew
Went by almost too fast
And the daisy now knew
That she would be last

To the prettiest roses
Is where the bees went
Admiring their poses
And following their scent

The fragrance that leapt
Into warm summer air
Was a lure that swept
The bees from their lair

Looking out to the lot
The daisy wanted more
And she quickly forgot
What a daisy was for

The daisy was smitten
With what the roses had
Although fate was written
Could a change be all bad?

To attract the bees
The daisy turned red
Closed up her leaves
And buried her head

The daisy did her best
To put on a display
Even dousing her crest
With a rose-scented spray

Distracted by the show
The bees did stop by
Many days in a row
To admire the daisy's lie

Until, to her surprise
The daisy had no guests
From sunrise to sunrise
Were the bees taking a rest?

She searched all around
For the other rosy "gems"
But all that she found
Were ugly brown stems

The roses were gone
Their time now past
And the bees moved on
To those who were last

From her sadness within
The daisy peered out
Frolicking with her kin
The bees were all about

"How could this be?"
Thought the little flower
"The roses were so pretty,
Wasn't that their power?"

The daisy thought back
To when she didn't care
When her life was on track
And her beauty still fair

When she lost sight
Of her strong inner side
The daisy began to fight
To change her outside

Realization in mind
Spurred her to convert
To again be her kind
And release all the hurt

She again became a daisy
Because now she knows
Inside every daisy
Is a beautiful rose