1.

I had wandered the world from the east to the west,

and was greatly disturbed at my aimless unrest.

I had broken up ploughs with the blows from my spade,

and had trampled the flowers in the dells and the glades.

2.

When on land I felt bounded, I took to the sea;

but the ship went and foundered - irrationally.

In this ocean forgotten and void as a cloud,

I'd sunk to the bottom, and never come out.

3.

What I saw in a breaker that broke o'er my head

was the flower of a crocus - bedraggled, in shreds.

I saw in that crocus my very own plight;

but I now knew the land must be somewhere in sight.

4.

When I rose to the surface, I saw with my eyes

just a distance to traverse, with land as the prize.

Now I live in the locus of tropical climes,

and I cultivate crocuses most of the time.