Alation

Wild Daisies

Swaying freely in an ocean of brilliant green,

These are the sunshine of white porcelain.

Day's eyes, they are fondly called,

Their presence often makes the elite appalled.

Wild at heart, resilient by nature,

To the other flowers, daisies seem like a caricature.

These twin flowers, yellow and white,

Cause even the barrenest of lands to look bright.

Sprinkled all over like dazzling brilliant stars,

Perceptively writing vivid blazing memoirs.

Their purity is questioned and their simplicity marred,

This never clouded their judgement, never left them scarred.

They are the gift of earth, they possess its dazzling gold,

No matter their worthlessness in the eyes of others, they remain bold.

In a world full of roses and orchids divine,

Virtues are often considered a product of maligned bloodline.

In these times, with thoughts such as these,

Daisies spread their warmth to vagabonds, worms and bees.

All they care is to serve their purpose,

They wish to go beyond the surface.

In a world where smiles are fake and concerns callous,

Daisies are the forbearing sweet-nectar chalice.

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So, what do you think this one is about? My regular commenting squad, I'm sure you all know by now...

Just this morning I saw a tuft of daisies growing carelessly along the road side. A little bee found its abode in this hint of wilderness among a concrete jungle. I smiled, and for that one moment I forgot I was running late for class. I forgot I had a slew of errands to run the whole day. In that moment, I forgot it all because I was more focussed on how these unwanted daisies did a thankless job. No expectations whatsoever.

It made me think, made me remember each person I know that's an orchid or a rose and then those warm loving people who are much like these daisies. No conditions, simply unconditional love. People who possess the virtues of this simplistic flower are often looked upon. Often outcast, often told how worthless they really are. But they keep trudging. Spreading their sparkle in every nook and cranny. These are my favourite kind of people.

This piece, is an ode to the daisies of my life!

Cheers!

Zoya