Proving the Right

Flower in bloom
April's dreaming of June
Trying to reach out for the clouds
Shying away from the crowd

"chorus:"
Such a small, insignificant thing
Trying to be all it can be
Pulling its weight against all the rest
Proving its right to exist

A touch of integrity
Showing the world divinity
Lifting its head to the sky
Fields of flowers that never die

Everyone wants to be a rose
Each reaching the goal, but one knows
No goal is reached in uniformity
One is, not a rose, but a daisy

Displaying brilliance
With a touch of innocence
A disposition to be withdrawn
On closer observation, the color's not gone