Funny ....

I see the daisies in the wide field,
In a really hot afternoon,
The white bed dances left and right,
Following the music of the wind,
Funny,
I thought it's passed spring.

I smell the air,
Deep, so deep till my chest hurts,
The dry air fills my lung,
I read somewhere,
'Good air helps brains work better.'
Funny,
It doesn't clear up my thoughts.

My soul bends down and down,
Till it reaches the ground,
It can see all the ants crawling,
Looking for shades,
Away from the scorching sunlight,
Bending down makes my head hurts,
They say,
'Hurt makes you numb.'
Funny,
The hurt hurts even more.

The flowers,
The air,
The ground,
The ants.

I see them,
I feel them,
I make use of them,
They hold no answers to my questions,
And that's not funny.