Friday, May 8, 2009

i sit by the window

i sit by the window
watching the meadow outside
the daisy shakes as the wind blow
with no sign when it will subside

then, the daisy can take no more
broken into half, at the middle it breaks
no more place for the bee to snore
no more honey for the bee to make

i supposed to help, without further due
but instead i stay
because i know nothing i can do
the daisy has passed away

and here i stay
in my room, by the window
watching as the daisy lay
with remorse and sorrow