In The Meadow
In a meadow, bright with color,
A bee hovers, softly buzzing.
With a heart of honey,
Glistening gold,
Carrying sweetness,
A story untold.
Fluffy and striped,
With delicate grace,
Dancing on flowers,
Joy on its face.
Translucent wings flutter,
Catching the light,
Glowing hearts surround,
A lovely sight.
Dripping with nectar,
A treasure, most rare,
Nature’s love floating
In sweet, warm air.
In quiet moments,
Doing its part,
This little bee whispers
A song from the heart.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Good job for I can see the bee flying around doing his part for all.
such a sweet poem
You painted a lovely Spring scene!