THE BEE AND THE FLOWER

For years the bee was searching,

For the right flower,

Beelined for her,

Believed he would know for sure,

When he came across her,

The other flowers do not appeal to him.

 

On the other side, she was waiting,

Swaying slightly in the gentle breeze,

All of them went past her like a river,

Blooming with her heart full of expectations,

Only to fall with disappointment,

Watching her fellow flowers join with their fate-d.