Teach me, Mother.
how to lived life softly as the grasses grow?
tell me how,
to hush my soul to meet the shock-
of the wild world, rough as a rock.
but.. here's my spirit.
propt with power.
full of colour, as simple as a flower.
let the dry heart fill its cup,
like a poppy looking up.
let life lightly wear my crown,
like a poppy looking down.
when my heart is filled with dew,
my life begins anew.
my senses twitched.
sweet smell of golden honey.
p/s : the windowsill.8.20 am.