THE BEE'S LESSON

Walking on the valley's light and shade,

One has to stop for the game displayed.
A music deep, a bond so rare,
A beauty stark, beyond compare.

In this wondrous event a simplicity lies,
and hidden truths thus escape our eyes.
A vast sweetness, a boundless galore,
for all offered freely, eternally evermore.
Those white flowers with scent so mild,
it draws really close like a simple child.

Bees that hither roam with eager flight,
suckles nectar sweet, a wondrous delight.
Each drinks their fill, a moment brief,
The sober touch, a sweetened relief.
A chance to know and understand,
In honeyed sips, across the land.

In the flower's memory, it will stay,
The joy of giving, come what may.
Each grain shared, in world so wide,
creates a feeling of freedom inside.
This truth, the flower knows so well,
is a whispered story, one can tell.

There are lessons that books can't hold,

which in nature's pages, are stories told.
To find the truth, we have to let it bloom,
grow a heart of love in a hopeful room.