The honey Bee
Loves the flower
In particular the Rose
But the flower is
indifferent
As it views the Bee
Through sweet petal
veil
But the Bee is content
and
Doesn’t need his love
returned
For Rose is his
passion
And will always be
The honey Bee
Loves the flower
In particular the Rose
But the flower is
indifferent
As it views the Bee
Through sweet petal
veil
But the Bee is content
and
Doesn’t need his love
returned
For Rose is his
passion
And will always be
Beneath azure blue skies
Beside a silent pool
A bird sings in the
stillness
Its sweet song
drifting
On the lemon scented
breeze
As evening approached
Leaves like tongues of fire
Set the scene ablaze
Kenya’s Flame trees
Burning bright in
paradise
The sun burns bright above the blue
From above the clouds
up high
Shining brightly
through the rain
Painting rainbows
across the sky
Beneath the forest canopy
In the Emerald
darkness
Of the ancient wood
It was refreshingly
cool
But shadow soon gave
way
To the dappled shade
Where the sun pierced
The leafy veil
Littering the floor
With Golden discs of
light
And when the forest
thinned
We came upon a Deer
Grazing in a forest
glade
Beneath the leafy canopy
Moonlight pierced the
darkness
And shafts of lunar
light
Like a brilliant laser
show
Illuminated the forest
floor
The savage natural scene
In the winter meadow
Where the Falcon feeds
His talons red in the
snow
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...