The Little Things
From A Prompt By Cendrine Marrouat
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The sandal could have been picked up by a creature to build a nest or someone may have picked it up and thrown it away, or it may have been the sandal that they lost.
I have to do a sequence of four poems thinking about the importance of butterflies and bees to continued existence. They are tiny but without them, we would not be here.
The song is "Beeswing" a tragically beautiful song by Richard Thompson the only connection is the Bee but it is an excuse to share this beauty.
Haiku
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The Bees Pollinate
Flowers And Seasonal Crops
So That We Might Eat
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SenryΕ«
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Butterflies Also
Do Take The Stamen's Pollen
To Feed The Pistil
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Sedoka
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Insects Pollinate
Flowers Will Bloom In Colour
Fruit Will Grow For The Harvest
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Bees And Butterflies
Small But So Significant
Keeping Humanity Alive
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Oh wowww! This was so beautiful!
Nicely done.
Always enjoy the background music as I read. Even the tragedy Thank you.ππ
Love this!!! Delicate and spectacular, it's the little things that are a part of the big picture. Fabulous job!!!
Nicely done, Mike!
Amazing, you're such a talented writer.