“Who’s the prettiest

 Of them all?”

Asked young Daisy

To Sunflower, big and tall.

“They all have beauty

From petals to stems

As do you

You’re unique from them.

It’s not about the prettiest

That’s just no way to grow

True beauty is a garden

In whole, not part that knows,

Our differences combined

Are pleasing and divine

And when we stand together

Is when we truly shine.”