Honeysuckle kissed the bees and made them fly,
Soft pinks so sweet and yet so shy,
Your petite flowers not just for show,
Springs finally come and please don’t go,
There twin-petal lobe fragrant vessels,
Each flourish enhanced too just so,
Your wild and if tamed who would deny,
We have walked these trails side by side,
A gracious moment that awakes this play,
Today soft treads tomorrow come away,
At last the first mighty honey worker bee,
Are your coordinates set so they’ll come to see?
Tell me by thought,"have you reached your hive,
And relayed the signals for that fly by?"
So now at last those soft yellowy suited flyers,
Workers visit collect pollen and such sweet nectar for we admire,
Their power plants fueled with each little kiss,
Golden nectar collected and stored;
Honeycombed juice swells they’ll never miss,
Their sated with a honeysuckled thirst,
Such sweet, sweet taste, for such harmony immersed.
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