Nature says to the animals:
"This color is bright,
you must think it's poison."
But I only see beauty.
I know the toxicity
of foxglove, aconite,
and many other plants,
but why do I like to see them?
A lady once said:
"Even pigs won't go near datura!"
and scolded me
for my curiosity,
Those who ingested ergot
saw a kaleidoscope
of toxic visuals,
and played with their lives.
Why do some humans love
the poisons around them?