Bees of Flowers

Flowers, bloomed beautifully seen a garden may. A beauty born has, as the Gardener delighted he was. Fragrance brought along its wind is well admired by many, wonders of heavenly flies. Lovingly shall it have for the sun may shine often not, Bees wonders for Honey is sweet. Honey sweet indeed may well be felt, at heart when a Bee finds within. Concern for a colony by many, destruction it has upon Flowers. Yet, Gardener carries all odds of the beauty as flowers well blessed have. Water for rain is to coming, soil for sleep a bed it is. Lay there softly, seem a Beauty yet a tale of all for eternity. Mint indeed it is, for She is as beautiful as eyes of Mine seen has. Through within deep it has no directions of words well shape a tale. Felt it has in hand with flowers, as Rainbow shines it all. Mint she is though simplicity takes all nature, yet a Bee and Flower stay where Garden is.

By Jack Ho