A beautiful yellow flower
Resting in the meadows
Amongst the other flowers.
A bright yellow daffodil
At the crest of the hill
Watching over the roses
Spellbindingly stole, the eyes
Of the buzzing bee.
He liked what he saw
In this little dainty flower,
Who took her beauty from the land
And was as radiant as the sun
Having its yellow colors too.
The happy little bee,
Flying drunkenly to her
Started to ponder -
‘She is a beautiful flower,
Placed high upon the hill,
All the other bees see her,
Would she welcome me,
To taste of her nectar? '
Then he continued to fly,
With other bees as passersby...
He landed on her petals
And he danced on her sepals
And he tasted of her nectar.
Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis
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