Flowers grow from the green grass,

In herds they grow,

Identical to one another

Except for one. 

One yellow flower plagues the grove

Of perfect white daisies.

The Yellow flower did not mean to grow yellow

She did not have the intention of being different.

Yet she grew in different from her grove,

Unable to change,

Unable to fix herself,

Unable to make herself like the daisies.

The daisies do not try to leave the yellow flower out,

It is unintentional when they chit-chat 

About the boys they like, and they love they have,

When they Yellow flower cannot relate.

She cannot understand their chatter,

Its a language foreign to her,

As much as she wants to be in on it,

She cannot be.

The Yellow flower tries to communicate to the daisies,

She babbles her flowery language to them,

But the daisies just stare.

They understand her partially,

But they do not truly understand her.

The Yellow flower is isolated in the garden.

No daisies talk to her,

She cannot talk to the daisies.

There are no other Yellow flowers around,

To understand her.