And thus it began
A
winter morn; it was asleep
deep
inside a cozy cave
Warmth
of the simmering sun
tugging
at it wave after wave.
It
pulls the flimsy blanket over
determinate;
refusing to leave.
The
comfort cocoon of its petals,
siphoning
rays out of their sieve.
Nature’s theater on
song
The wind
aiding its weak effort,
o’r the
hills; it’s breeze climbs high.
Through the
reeds it maneuvers
mimicking
the tune of a soft lullaby.
Rocking the
baby to a slumber,
the winged
beings chirp and tweet.
Humming
flies flutter a melody, as the
beaming sun
adds a degree to its heat.
Casualties of war
Clouds
come to the rescue, as
their
grey smoky shoulders meet.
The
flower pricked by the change,
yawns
stifled, pursed lips heave a sigh.
Breaking
the silence they swoop by,
armed
with a needle and a keen eye.
And
each innocent flower falls prey
to
the buzzing devils that can fly.
The meeting of
souls
Hidden in its sanctuary it saw
a massacre;
crimson nectar spew.
Lost in
dreams, as I stroll close by
in a void my
mind romantically drew.
From the
surreal world I get a jolt,
on my ears
her prayers did
land.
Cowering in
fright the rose finally
bowed to the
bee’s masochistic hand.
Sweet serenity
Moved
by its plight I pick her,
saving
from a fate ever so vile.
The
red rose senses life again;
thanks
me with a dazzling smile.
In
debt of my help, it promises
on
a final journey to a heaven.
To
breath its last before you,
a
mark of zen ; O fair lady elven.
In
fond love for my dear unfound mate!!
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