Man and Daisy: A Poem
Once again a spring is coming
with my heart so drunk with joy
million tiny bees are humming
turning a man into dreamy boy.
Spread on aromatic grass and lazy
with nothing better in the world to do
I spotted beside this gentle tiny daisy
heavens reflecting in its petals so blue.
Heart releasing a long, dreamy sigh
as if blending with that deep sky
and with that bird flying so high
and that breeze passing by.
Gazing so at that cute and tiny daisy
somewhat groggy from sunlight shower
the question befell me all sudden and crazy:
"Where ends man's soul and starts a flower?"
Out of an affection I yanked out daisy
which went dying from that moment on
knowing now why question was so crazy
because my soul can turn into a cold stone.
Using that cruel and violent power
I learned "where starts a man and ends a flower".