A daisy grew from a cloud,
It grew without any murmur or sound.
No one could see why,
A daisy would grow from a cloud.
Why would this rebel flower want,
To spend every hour in a cloud.
Is this little thing doing this so we shall learn that anything is Possible?
And why a daisy why not a rose?
As the story goes why this daisy? Why this cloud?
No explanation could be found.
But it still remains.
A daisy grew from a cloud.
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