The sun of gold, upon rising, on a cloudless sky,
beaming from the east to the other ends of the earth's edges,
kisses everyone  awake with warm love,
touches all the blooming flowers on the hills
and in the lovers' gardens.
and the flowers blush in bright colours.
but the touch is just foul play
for the bees to complete the act
by ******* and blowing.
when the sun has kissed
the flowers feel
bright to blossom again.