• In a feild of red roses, there was one lonely white daisy. The daisy tried with all it's might to reach the shining sunlight, but the roses towered above it and blocked the sun.
    The day that one lonely daisy finally grew big enough to reach the sunshine. A wolf ran through the field, chasing the scent of a rabbit, that it wanted as it's dinner. The poor one lonely daisy, was mown down, by the wolf's large pawns. It was crushed under them, and the sunlight was once again out of it's reach. The poor one lonely daisy, looked up at the red roses in owe. Even though the large wolf had run through them and knocked the daisy down, the red roses still stood tall. Smiling up at the bright shining sun. The one lonely daisy, wished that it too could be a rose and smile at the sun. And that it too could have the strength to stand up to the wolf.
    But as the one lonely daisy thought this. The red roses were thinking, they wished they could be like daisy and be pure as fresh white snow, with a sun already set in their faces.
    The one lonely daisy didn't realise just how lucky it was. And the red roses didn't realise how lucky they were. Neither understood the other's feelings. Because neither could communitcate with the other. If they had, I'm sure the red roses and the one white daisy would have been friend. And the one lonely daisy, wouldn't have been lonely any longer.