How softly the bees touch the rose
absorb her fragrance - elsewhere goes,
A silky touch - doesn't look back,
unlike man, not carrying a sack.
Full of life, always so sure
unlike us, thought so pure,
No one of them reads philosophy
Flowers' abundance, love's geography.
From rose to the sky - a smooth flight
Ascent and descent - nature's delight
Quick to see where to land
Far from those - cement or sand.
A swarm of bees swims through time
Gives poet a chance to find rhyme.
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