She sits on the top of precious petals
Doing her thing, she doesn't meddle.
Naturally going about her daily business
Sucking on nectar, on all the richness,
That Mother Earth provided for her.
Pollinating along, while she travels
So she can help plants to reproduce
And later on you'll see all her fruits.
From the labor of these flying flowers.
They demonstrate their divinely powers,
In such way, I cannot comprehend.
It's a cycle that doesn't end.
I embrace these small wings of wonder
Throughout earth they glide to wander
A ubiquitous journey of their own.
Leaving a display, a colorful show.
October 31, 2013