Oh dear, oh dear,
you fear of the wind
that\'s rushed past you
How it ruffled your hair,
and wrinkled your clothes
Oh dear, oh dear,
you don\'t look down to see
the petals and the seeds
that haven\'t passed you by
In your hurry you\'ve ignored
the pollen you\'ve earned
that dot your hair like
snowflakes in the sun
You think of the wind
that\'s gone and away,
and how much you\'ve lost
along with it
But you don\'t think
of the grass that grows where you step, or the ones
who notice you\'ve slept
after days of chasing pollen
Only to realize that the wind
has brought it to you
So please, dear, look ahead
at your arms and your legs
Not the wind or the unrest
And see, busy bee,
the pollen you collect
-Feb 23, 2026