Once upon a time, there was a lovely young maiden. Wherever she went, she carried a daisy that only enhanced her beauty. She lived in a small village, and to the north of the village was a bridge that led to a glamorous castle. One day, she was standing on the bridge with her daisy when a knight on a white horse approached her. He dismounted his horse and stared at her.
“You are a beautiful girl,” the knight told her. “Your daisy is simple, and yet it makes you even lovelier. But I believe that daisy should be a rose, for the rose is much more beautiful and would suit you perfectly.” The knight picked a rose out of his horse’s mane, and placed it in her hair. As the knight reached for the daisy, the lovely maiden took a step back.
“Thank you, sir, for the rose. But the daisy represents all that makes me who I am. Each petal represents someone I care for, or morals I hold dear.”
The knight pointed to the top most petal.
“What does this represent?”
“That is my best friend, Molly. She makes me smile and knows me inside and out.”
The knight plucked the petal off the stem of seeds and tossed it to the ground.
“I can do the same as Molly can, you do not need that petal. What about these right here?” he said, pointing to the right side of the daisy.
“Those are my family members, brothers and sisters, mother and father. They support me in all my decisions, and pick me up when I am feeling down.”
The knight slowly picked off 9 petals, and the maiden watched as they floated towards the other lonely petal on the wooden bridge.
“I will support you, and lead you to a life of luxury and financial stability. What are the remaining petals?” the knights asked, pointing to the last of the daisy’s flower.
“Those are my morals and values. They remind me to be true to my heart, but always use my head.”
The knight yanked the daisy out of the maiden’s hand, finishing off the petals, adding them to the slowly growing pile on the bridge.
“You will not need morals and values once you and I are wed. I will be your heart, and my mind will lead your thoughts.” The knight finished his act by tossing the stem, seeds and all, to the ground.
When he looked up, the lovely maiden stood there, ready to start her new life with the knight that could be her all. But, the maiden seemed to have lost her lovely glow with the daisy shattered. The knight reached into her hair and removed the rose.
“Without your daisy, the rose does not seem to fit your appearance. I will have to find someone more worthy to be my bride.” The knight mounted his steed and rode across the bridge to the castle. The fair maiden began to weep.
Below the bridge was a young man, who was by far not a knight, but had the kindest heart in the land. When he felt something wet hit the top of his head, he packed up his fishing pole and bait bag and headed up, thinking rain was coming. He was stunned to see the maiden.
“Maiden, why are you crying?” he asked timidly.
“The knight told me he would be my all, but he stripped me of everything that made me who I am and threw it to the ground. I no longer am who I was, and my daisy is destroyed.”
The young man looked to the ground, then slowly began to pick up each petal. He placed them in a small woven bag with a long string. After each petal was in the bag, the young man tied the small bag around the maiden’s neck. He picked up the stem, and walked to a nearby tree, grabbing the hand of the maiden as he led her from the bridge.
“Fear not maiden, for all your petals are now only closer to your heart. And the very center of your daisy has a seed we will plant right here, to grow you another daisy to carry and show to others. I will plant two seeds, so we can each have one. I will not make you change your flower to be my bride, but I will grow a flower just as yours so we can be the same, but still have our own flowers to hold.” The young maiden was so moved, she kissed the young man, and then pulled the petals from the woven bag to show her new love all that meant most in the world to her.
The moral: Do not change for someone, but hold what you hold most dear to your heart, and learn to grow with that other person. Friends and lovers should love you for who you are, and be willing to compromise so you can grow together. And you don’t always need a knight on a white horse, sometimes just a kind soul will do.