The Bee and the Rose
The Bee buzzes in the warm sun,
many flowers are blooming.
The Bumblebee Sun feels Springy,
longing to feel the roses.
Beautiful pink blooms are many,
a special one is beckoning.
Diving into pink, bum to the heavens,
rubbing wildly within the petals.
Bursting with the desire to be lazy,
sleeping within the soft pink.
“I haven’t seen you before. How did you get here so quickly?”
“Me? Yeah, well, I decided to grow overnight. I’m expecting my friends soon”.
“Aren’t you a weed?”
“Aren’t you a rose?”
“I think so. Passers-by say there are mirrors for that sort of thing.”
So, what’s the difference?
“You look like a tart; I look like a lady”.
“You are a bit thorny today”.
single yellow rose
summer has not taken you
sometime soon she will