You
were the bee
which buzzed through
every flower in the field.

But honey,
I was the flower
who thought you would stay.

We may not
speak
to each other
every
day of our
lives,
but when we
do
I make sure
to
say, "I love
you."

Angry Sun turns the sky from

blue to orange;

Reason?

More deadly fires on Earth

than on the Sun!

Every little thing around, a piece of poetry.
Identifying its right form, a life's mystery.
Blending ourselves into its verses, a task that needs mastery.
Singing it aloud and heartily, a great victory.

The best poems are
written when we are
in the midst of emotional
turmoil.