The Flowers and the Green Field

Tall Poppy, red petals; no perfume in your black heart only beauty that burning tint: in the green field you are vermilion lamp. Wild, savage and rugged Broom you raise one hundred branches and thousands of flowers; you, yellow firework: in the green field you are drops from the sun. You are a little cyclops, Daisy, the white eyelashes and the golden eye; you attract butterflies, bees and every sweet gaze: in the green field you are pure innocence. Violet and sometimes white pretty Bell-flower no sounds but scent you pour around, you turn your head toward the ground not to the sun: in the green field you are the humble sign. Slender Blade of Grass, simple and lithe you from the fertile land stand out together with your twins to form a mantle: in the green field you are the true essence. Marco