My Name Is Daisy, Not Susan

I am a brown and yellow daisy, called a black-eyed Susan, my name is Daisy I wake up early every morning and open my velvety petals covered with dew I dance in the breeze, waiting for the bee boss and crew to feed on my nectar My little ones are just starting to sprout, I am hoping for a warm sunny day My hubby was getting old and frail and dropping his petals, wilting over He then suddenly expired by my owner, she quickly plucked him away I think the strong, red rose wants his place, he is growing closer to me He smells so deliciously fragrant and his thorns are magnificently prickly Oh no, here comes my owner with pruning shears walking this way Phew, I was almost stepped on, sadly she took my red rose away Here comes the bees, buzzing around, my owner backs off, afraid Ahh, a moment of joy, to feel the tickles and kisses from the bees My littles ones all survived, still sprouting, ready to open up soon We are mostly ignored and not picked until we are old and wilted My worst fear is the huge loud green monster that I see weekly It destroys my friends and sometimes cuts away my flower family 1/24/2021 Contest: Your 2021 N-A Choice' Poetry Contest Sponsor: William Kekaula