Strengh through adversity

It's hardy, it;s strong

It's pleasing to the eye

But! "A weed " yousay

And pass on by

Give a thought to this flower

That grows by the wayside

It flourishes in the most inhospitable places

And does it with dignity and pride

Come rain, come shine

It's strengh radiates through

So delicate a weed

So innocent too

A child walks by, their face alight

"Mama! can I pick it, it's colour so bright?"

Then not one but two, then three and four

A posy in their hand

But still they want more

The daisy obliges

A hole in it's stem

It's weakened,not out

It;s duty to please them

A thread is sought

A chain is made

So beautiful and strong

Even wounded

Dignity remains

With pride like a crown

The chain high on their head

The child is a king or a queen

It must be said

The child feels like royalty

So clever and wise

And all due to the little weed

That grows by the wayside