Ai once looked at a carrot the way of a child.
And it hit me, that thing is in fact rather wild.
It is green, even though one may say it is red.
It is green by the conduct it shows by its head.
And aI wondered about it. Perhaps it was so,
aI thought, just because it had a long way to go.
Then a butterfly came. It had two vivid wings.
And forgotten was carrot, and what future brings.