BEE CHUM

Five and four, how about some more? Petals blooming, not a leaf on the floor; colours so bright, not a bird in sight, on the feeding tree, not even a chirp or a bite. Three days left, they'll have to wait. Flowers need feeding, and clouds and rain become needing; after two there's a one, for what can one do alone, just hum? Wait and see, sit close to the feeding tree, for chirps are plenty when the birds come flying, and the flowers sit shying, whilst you sit humming, for what can one do except hum with a bee for a chum.