Sipping my coffee today I seen a humming bird out my window pane. It buzzed, zipped and zoomed. on the hunt for its pleasure and all the little treasure each flower has in bloom. It's easy to forget what makes us tic until the flowers show their hearts with nectar wetted wic.
A thought occurred right then and there, how a man's heart isnt fair. Quickly loving then not caring. With my lessons learned and heart renewed. I believe I'll seek my little pleasures and treasures in you.