From this sullied Earth a lonely African Daisy grew,
A Gazania with bright colours grew.
It bowed its head to the vivid Sun.
It commanded,
It demanded,
The cool Rain to fall and the Rain fell.
Not really taking much and not really giving much,
I wondered why it tried so hard,
And of course there was no answer.
Just a faint voice singing in the Wind.
Beauty, beauty, beauty grand.
But of course I didn’t understand.