In fields of green, where sunbeams play,
A daisy blooms, in radiant array,
Petals soft, like silk to touch,
A golden center, shining so much.

Its beauty is renowned, far and wide,
A symbol of innocence, it does reside,
Yet, in its heart, a secret sorrow lies,
A wish to be unseen, to close its eyes.

For in its beauty, it feels confined,
A prisoner of admiration, all the time,
It longs to be free, to fade from sight,
To...