The weed picker is a neat dandy
Befriending with white daisy
Counting petals with myopic lens
Perfect buddy in little prince’s botany.
Flawless vision brings a stab of pathos,
Disappointments turn into sarcasm.
Looking for that perfect daisy
Is autumn’s last wish.
The world a stage of chaos
The spectacle sits across.
In Chiron’s wound resides virgin faith
Little hermit needs no wrath.