It was on that day.
He was like a strange ailing man.
Standing at the top of a high mountain
Besieged by wild plants of all species.
He stood firm perceived from to every coast.
Probing for the most bracing flower to liberate
Him from dolour. Red, orange, pink, blue, green,
White, purple, yellow, peach, flowers of all
Configurations you can name them, were there.
But none he found enlivening to him....