End of spring
two bees cling
to a decayed flower
Tag Archive | Bees
Gaze and Marvel
What stronger feeling
could surpass
the momentary amazement
when you look
at the soft colors
in their dainty glory?
Would you perhaps
gaze, marvel
and feel gratified
that you belong to
the same world
that they do?
Watch a bee trying
to find a gap between
the two beauties and struggling
to decide on his best partner
I Wish…
I wish I were a fresh rose,
Which proudly blossomed yesterday
Swarmed by thirsty bees
Loved by all
What is it to live a hundred years?
Ignored and uncared for
Than to a live a few hours
And wither away
Admired and loved by all
Their Share of the Rose
Everyone wants their share
Of the slick yellow rose
The dew drops are positioned
To glide over the glossy petals
The panting wind lingers
Taking in the fragrance
Birds wait for their turn
To take a closer look
At the eye-catching beauty
The slowly withering rose
Only waits for the bee
To have its share
Before it fades away
