A bug flies by and says hello,
purple and yellow, in my yard blow.
The tan on my skin proves the sun beats hard,
a warmth and breeze puts my mind at ease
So please be kind and leave me be.
A bee flies too close,
and puts a knot in my throat
so I run back to my cot
On a rusty old on a boat
The very next day
I had taken the same way
to my own personal sea bay
Where waves greet me sincerely.

Sadness is a rarity.