I see this article from a journal with no name
I see hard work and raining,
I see little attention and care from the society.
Science is competitive
Science is a fight with no weapons
Science is made by friends
Science gives you a 14 as an h-number.
Envy, waves and beads
Hit and hear up my face.
the joy of knowing is a warm sun inside my belly.
The head is cold and rationality
a blue finch flying fast.
Knowledge enters each day through my senses
To sleep in my soft female belly.
Knowing is power,
Knowing is sorted in the chubby tissue.
Quality of life has no numbers
Yet statistics tell me i am good.
Money and food i hunt and gather
To reach the end of the month,
Hugs are not measurable and
The sun is high today
And its energy continuous and red.
It dried the leaves around me and the petals i had forgotten
In this brave winter.
I am just a flower on the side of this path
Made of gravel and grass.
A low frequency plays in the background
And high-pitched words puncture my face,
The acoustic pollution is sometimes exciting,
The environment is always a challenge
For a small animal
Making her way with only words and opinions.
My salad is naïve,
My bus tired,
Mu clothes basic,
My heart a proud Tesla.
Opinions fly across the room,
Eyes tell the truth,
Hands will shape the outcome
Of a meeting full of personalities and Silent dissent.
Joy and cuddles jump out of the bowl
Of my overcooked yellow rice.
The chemicals of saffron hug me and restore
With a steady hand.