While this might be a poem about the bee in the picture I think we should all be as observant of the beauty that surrounds us every day.
I can’t stay away from growing things.
I feel compelled to look inside,
to drink the beauty nature sings–
my soul will not be satisfied
until I’ve tasted all the flowers
and ridden every springtime breeze.
(It’s just a way to pass the hours,
and I have one whole day to seize!)
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