I can walk on daffodils
barefoot, light and free from ill

See, I have feet, light, beautiful
feet that walk on top of things

and yet so sturdy under me,
feet that will not crush flowers

yet will trod on serpent’s head
impervious to fang and tooth

impervious to words and hate
feet stained carmine with grape blood

but never wrath, never that

cus I just walk on daffodils
and tread the yellow golden road