i lost myself in fields of blue daisies cherry blossoms falling from the sky they knew not of themselves or me but they continued to be blue i cried for they would never know of their existential beauty they cried 'cause i'd never know of mine
i found myself in a field of gardenias yesterday evening the petals spun 'round each other while i spun around the thoughts in my mind after 'while we became one me and the thoughts the flowers and i
my niece was four i read this to her
"that was really good" she said "and it's true too"