No crown of gleaming metal, no fence of sturdy brass.
My home, my place to grow, is nestled in sidewalk grass.
I sport no vibrant colors, nor am I large in size.
I practically hear the other flowers wishing my demise.

I admit that sometimes life feels tough, 
With meager petals of white.
No red, no blue, no pink, no gold, 
a monochrome world of spite.

But when autumn comes, as skies cloud over,
and the air’s a frosty chill,
those glamorous plants wilt one by one
while the daisy endures still.

I don’t need fertilizer to support these leaves,
nor a dainty watering can for my meals.
I just continue to grow beside my brothers and sisters,
There’s beauty in insignificance, I feel.