The flower of life is blooming, the bee of bounty
Over head zooming.

He lands his polin in hand, he inserts it beneath the petals ever so gently as he tickles avoiding the prickles.

Coaxing a reaction, invoked by their natural and eternal atraction.

A seed is born, then shacken loose by the storm.

It falls to the mud created by the great rains and the flood.

Now deep in the soil a stem with a leaf begin to unfurl

Nurtured by mother Earth, heaven erupts into mirth.

Now it begins again it's dance towards the sky
It spins drinking in the radiant sunshine.

Absorbing the rains of the divine


Untill a new flower is born protected by pointy thorn.

Awaiting the bee, anticipating the coming storm. it sways patiently benieth the shadows of the grandmother tree

Snuggled in warm embrace and knowing it's place in the cosmic spirders web of time and space.

By David Michael Goad II

NICE

Nice .

thank you