Like a bee, I’ll **** honey through the dandelions in life

the ones that blossom and bloom after April’s rain

and there, I will repopulate the richness of our world

spread colourful kisses and give our eyes gifts, worth more than money

these are my dreams, hopes, desires, and like all other flowers I hope to reach for the stars

I wish to feel comfort in the sun, as it dries the rain, bringing sweet treats to our tea when the lions mane may grow again