Take me to your pond, I am no sunflower.
darkening skies mean no twilight
but they may remain for a while
and I won’t thrive.
You in search of your pond
did you find it?
The beggars come along
like you
asking for my favour.
But I am a wilting flower !
Pluck me.
Gently.
Take me to the pond
from where the beggars must drink
I’ll grow there. Gracefully;
like the Lotus
and summon more beggars
to watch me from a distance; to share
a drop of ether.
Casually Classical 