The Flower And The Bee

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