Song of A Bee

Dancing with the wind to and fro

Wings flapping high and low.

Under the sun and into the yellow

Flower bush I hover, I dangle

I flutter, flitter and flicker.

Sweet efflorescence
Enchantingly quiet.

So elegant with petals so delicate

I wonder where your dainty colors come from?

Is it from the fronds?

Is it from the sepals that hold

Your heads up high?

Pardon me
You caught my assiduity.

Your scent kept me captivated.

Lingering paradise in the cloverleaf

I am enthralled by your simplicity.

Bestow upon me  
The magic you bring

This is why I can prance and sing!