Fly through the skyon wings of gold
Sing your
song of buzzing
kiss the flowers and
save plenty of honey.
But sting me not!
Fly through the sky
on wings of gold
Sing your
song of flight
kiss the flowers and
gather plenty of nectar
into sweet honey to make
But, sting me not!
2 comments:
This is fabulous! Both the poem and the photo are absolutely inspired. Well done!
Ooooooh, a bee poem - I love this one, especially "the wings of gold" and "song of flight" which are so evocative and so representative of summer. No stings here either please!!!
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