The Birds and the Bees the Flowers Among the Trees

The Birds and the Bees, the Flowers Among the Trees

The birds don’t care who’s watching them

they sing because they want to sing

no schedule set, no lines to learn

just morning air and beating wing

The bees turn up like tiny guests

to sip the bloom and move along

they don’t apologise or fret

they simply hum and carry on

The flowers bloom like no one’s told

just open-faced and full of grace

they know the tree will lend them shade

they never try to take its place

And all of it moves quiet, sure

no need for more than sky and ground

no hearts to break, no words to twist

just roots that hold and wings unbound

I watch them live without regret

no second-guessing what should be

the birds, the bees, the flowers bright

they never needed love from me

But I come back most every day

to sit beneath the same old tree

and in that hush where no one speaks

they always share their peace with me