Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Certain flowers don't bloom,
But the bees still buzz.
They hover and hope
To be first when it does.

But certain flowers wait to bloom.
They smile and wave and stand the wind,
The sun, the moon, until just the right bee comes along.
And then they grin
And petals fall to make for them
A bed of roses--
Just right for the right bee,
And a night of blossoming.

-jenn

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