Is there anyone who sees my mind
Alas doing for the sake of a bread;
The justice perhaps may have a thousand reasons
to make him stranglehold, surmounted my knot.
That final stare varies, person to person
Often making my mind so brittle,
agonized faces many I have seen,
But so penetrating is the beaming smile!
Me the tool and he the sufferer,
Is there anyone who sees my mind?
The plant directs it’s roots to spread
And then to grab the riches of earth,
There on to make the flowers blossom.
The vigorous fragrance and
the luminous beauty,
suddenly becomes the thing of past,
devoured by the plant’s arrogance.
