Collect me

I heard a distant voice. I felt named although I never had a name.

I searched through the grass, following the sweet sound.

In a field of daisies I found it. One daisy among thousands, almost the same as all the others. But she was singing:

"Collect me, please. I don't want to keep my feet on the ground anymore. The world is wounded and I feel its pain taking root in me. Collect me".