Ode to Some Yellow Flowers by Pablo Neruda

Against the blue shaking its blue,
the sea, and against the sea
a few yellow flowers.

October arrives.

And although
the developed sea is so important,
it's myth, mission and yeast,
the gold
of a single yellow plant
explodes on the sand
and your eyes
are tied
to the ground,
escaping from the magnanimous sea and its whip.

We are dust, we shall become.

Not air, or fire, or water
but
earth,
we shall be
mere earth
and maybe
a few yellow flowers.