Serene Chaos

A daisy

with a subtle scent

lies, describes

its beauty, it's tranquility

to the noisy bee

with a piercing needle,

afraid, nervous

of the gigantic monster

who crawls, who clasps

the faulty green smell,

rests, reclines

in the wilderness, in the bad land

with the noxious weeds,

conceives, perceives

its nature, its essence

to the lifeless existence

deceased death

armed infant

and the dark sunlight

for a little spot

a spot to hypnotize the travellers

of the dawn till dusk

a spot to amplify its fragrance

blowing in the wind

a spot of being one

with the one above all

a spot of no judgement

of the timid bold existence

lurking in the grass within,

a daisy with a subtle scent lies

to the serene chaos of the life