to feed on beauty

we ask so much of light upon the flowers
a sustenance of the initial joy
the heart is not to know that it's a ploy
the fruit of labour for so many hours
rather the mind should leap to leafy bowers
should turn the world into a happy toy
restoring wonder of the girl or boy
and giving meaning back to human powers
poppies that bloom in the grass by the road
bring smiles to faces in the evening light
flashes of colour that restore the heart
for those who have to live by narrow code
constrained to always figure out what's right
need artlessness that is produced by art