Val enjoys writing rhymed poetry with a valuable message in it.
We speak of love when we destroy nature. It sounds like innocence of cruel arrogance.
-- Toba Beta
Spread on aromatic grass, so lazy
with nothing in the world better to do
right beside me I spotted this tiny daisy
sky being reflected in those petals so blue.
One more time spring was coming
with my heart just drunk with joy
few little bees were humming
turning me into dreamy boy.
Now releasing a slow, dreamy sigh
as if groggy from that sunrays shower
and blending with the breeze passing by
I asked: "Where ends man and starts flower?"
Seemingly out of love I yanked the daisy
which started dying from that moment on
suddenly I realized why question was crazy
it took senseless man's act for life to be gone.
Even in a middle of a peaceful cheer
playful on that day so warm and hazy
I got my answer served and so clear --
that's where starts man and ends daisy.
We love nature -- so we often say
but unknowingly we ruin so much
our sheer carelessness at display
our love having an unloving touch.
© 2022 Val Karas