Just A Bee On A Flower
Natures beauty so wonderfully blessed
Just A Bee On A Flower
The bee lands gently, not rushed, not frantic.
Its tiny legs find hold on the soft petal.
A moment held, quiet, almost still,
like a breath caught in the air.
It moves with purpose, slow and sure,
drawn by the scent that fills the morning.
No grand dance, no flashy display,
just a small life doing what it must.
The flower offers nectar, pure and clear,
and the bee takes what it needs, nothing more.
Together, they share this simple exchange,
no promises, no future, only now.
The world keeps turning, loud and wild,
but here, in this small moment, there is calm.
A meeting of two lives, brief but true,
carrying on with the work of Mother Earth.
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