Are you caught
  somewhere in between
  curiosity and fear
  at the sight of me?

Or do you have
  the need to control
  no matter the cost
  of any part of me?

Will you turn back
  to see me still walking
  towards my me?

Or do you not care?
  I thank you for that
  because it is near
  to you accepting me

But what of you?
  Did you realise that
  the Earth is also wounded
  when we dig holes
  to plant daffodils in?