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