I was smelling the flowers, the scent so rich,
my fingers trembled,
as I caressed the delicate petal.
each piece meticulously placed,
each so delicate,
their colors wooed me, and...
just as my nose got its waft of the aroma,
a sharp pain brought me back to my senses,
that all beauty has in it ugliness.
the bee had its own agenda, mine was also different
but our urges were fulfilled by one, sweet flower.