little flower / Koeichi01

The fog comes on little cat feet
it sits looking over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on

Flower in the crannied wall
i pluck you out of the crannies
i hold you here root and all in my hand
little flower
but if i could understand

What you are root and all and allin all
i should know what god and man is
little flower

Angels come flying like butterflies
Sit quietly and look at the sky and flies away

Earth stood hard as iron
water like a stone

Snow had fallen snow on snow
snow on snow
in the bleak mid winter
long ago

I hold you here root and all in my hand
little flower