The bee goes for the nectar,
diving to the center of the flower,
madly drinking all he can devour,
then scrambles out and
unbeknownst to him,
fertilizes every
flower in the field.
Isn't he buzzy....uh, I mean busy? ? ? ? Has to be the male bee., I recognize the oblivion. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I read this poem a number of times because it touches the source of the quest for beauty.