I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth

I wandered
through the cloudy outdoors
of this universe

through the small hills
and shires
of course
my backyard

for better
or worse

and there next to the lake
and the requisite tree

fluttered and danced the breeze
and sneezed

the daffodil leaves

breathing them in I felt
the tingling the swirling
the inter-mingling

of pollenation
new beginnings?
or just routine

either way the yellow ness
made me crave to be amongst

no longer to dwell
in cloud nube climes

but to pollenate
my own time