Green

When a child picks

a daisy

over a dandelion.

No matter how tall

your dandelion feels unloved 

In an effort to be 

like a daisy 

it changes.

It's bright yellow 

now gone.

The dandelion feels proud 

and strong,

That it's disguise won't fail.

until she spots the daisies 

in the child's hand.

Now the dandelion

Once bright and bold

Let's go of its white beauty.

And fades to a dead brown.

All because

A child picked a daisy

over a dandelion.