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
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