Thursday, May 3, 2012

as the rain pours, i stand dry.


it's a mighty breeze 
for this honey bee,
her pollen safe an sound.

held by the sap
which was never a trap, 
as she climbs her way to the ground.

a flower stem so high
the pedals in the sky, 
a many to choose as you fly around.

no need to worry
or a sense of hurry, 
as today, I am found. 

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