Daisy

The Daisy lives by the sun — simple, open, and unguarded. It doesn’t hide behind layers of color or scent; it just is. In its plainness lies its truth — an unshaken kind of beauty that doesn’t ask to be more than it is. Like her, the Daisy finds light in ordinary places, turning gently toward whatever warmth the day offers. There’s no pretense in its bloom, only presence. Even when the wind bends it low, it rises again — not out of stubbornness, but sincerity. It reminds us that honesty, in its quietest form, can be the most radiant thing to wear.