a lesson.

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.

Mother..

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.

Mother, finally.

my senses twitched.

sweet smell of golden honey.


p/s : the windowsill.8.20 am.