Still Lovely Even With Wind Poem by Manonton Dalan

i'm in middle of geese congregation
no space to escape their droppings
they stare but never try to walk away
they become just like me; i'm family
some even fold their feet and rest
occasionally stretch out; whispers

carpets of brown grass covers space
soggy from recent pouring rain,
few outcrops of fresh grass sprouts
garnish whole field; lone daffodil
prancing beauty against rising sun
spring for her; 45*f for my skin