In a field full of cheerful roses,

lies a single lonely daisy

filled with gloom and distress,

indifferent she seems to be

yet to hide and conceal she chooses,

put on a smile so sunny

"but I don't need a friend that's heartless"

as the moonlight appears abruptly,

she says amidst the loneliness

she feels inside; a false joviality,

she scratches and then replaces

it with colours vibrant and lively

and this time, it's different but real

she's different from those roses

now accepting who she is

her uniqueness she embraces.