Humming, buzzing, bumble bee
to which new pottered flow'r you see?
Delicate hibicus scented spread.
Upon these wings I polished my red.
You steal my nectar - now away you flee.
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A delightful poem... for people of all ages. I had the honor of visiting the spiritual people of Jamaica many years ago... everywhere was a delight... from Kingston to deep forests of fern and the sparkling blue sea.