I picked flowers
I mean Didn't we all
The boys
picked flowers for their mothers
the girls
picked flowers for their hair
But what most of us didn't know
was the difference between
A flower
and a weed
To us they were all pretty
Weather they were made by god
Or a special kind of fertilizer
Made no difference
Weather the seeds were
Made by scientists
Or other flowers
Also didn't matter
They were all flowers to us
No matter what our parents told us
To this day
my favorite flower
Is the daisy
A flower which many mistake
For a weed
It wasn't born to be a weed
It wasn't born to overgrow and overtake
In the way weeds do naturally
It was born to be a flower
But according to some
Failed miserably
But still the daisy
continues to grow
And if I can brighten up someone's world
Then I'm ok with being
A daisy
I always felt as a child
that I could become anything
Only I found out that I was born to be
A daisy
A simple flower
that doesn't shine bright
or sell out quickly in greenhouses
But it can tell a story
And if we
could all become children again
You just might start to like me too
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