Oneshots

We are all daisies in the shadows

I am a daisy. A small white daisy in a field filled with other flowers. There are so many different flowers around me. Roses, sunflowers, carnations, dahlias, hydrangeas. They're all big flowers. Beautiful, colorful flowers.

Flowers which absorb all sunlight.

The people walking by can't see me. They're only looking at those beautiful flowers with their bright colors.

And here I am, a tiny daisy. Together with the dandelions, violets, crocuses and irises. We don't get the chance to bloom, to show how pretty we can be. We have been deprived of all sunlight, all recognision. We feel alone and cold here in the dark. We want the people to look at us as well.

We don't understand why all those people think the big flowers are pretty. Why don't they see the big ones like we do? The way they see them in completely one sided. They haven't seen their underside. The dark and cold underside, just like us.

We are all the same, even though we aren't all as big. Why do they get all the attention? Because they cover up their underside with bright colors? That's just not fair.

All we can do is wait. Wait and hope for someone to come acros this field and pick the big flowers. So that we small flowers get a chance to show ourselves too.

And that's what we do. Sit and wait.