A single white rose grew in a field of daisies.
She knew she was not like the others.
She grew taller than they did
And lacked their happy yellow centre
Her petals were too big.
When children came to make flower crowns
From daisies that were so easily chained
They looked but did not pick her,
For they knew she was substandard
Her stem was too thick.
A boy ran to catch up with his sister
Dropping a daisy chain near the rose
She watched them wither and realised
Picked daisies never came back
And so she grew thorns.