The Bee 


Today I met a little bee 

Working hard

Smelling flowers 

He didn’t even notice me
I watched him buzzing around

Beautiful smells

Warm sun on his wings

And soft breezes were the only sound
Nothing stops him from going where 

His wings can take him 

From flower to flower 

And here and there 
I wish I had that spirit again 

That follows my heart 

And chases dreams 

With all that innocence and no pain 
But I also think how lucky am I. 

To witness this little fellow 

In my garden 

When once I would have walked on by. 
– Trish Dyne 

30/05/2016

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