Flight of the bumblebee*
Green and flowing, tumbling over
The spread is vast with flower, it's clover
A smell that is like no other that cannot be funny
It is picked up by nature's carrier to make honey
What is that coming along as it always was?
It is the love of the flower which is in a buzz
Scurrying around to pick up its delight
One little flower to the next in its flight
So carefree not a worry in its world
Knowing of the next flower as its objective unfurls
So who is this that makes such a sweet life we see?
Why it is nature's purest form to make honey, the bumblebee
Dom*Colucci © 2023
~image from google images~
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