How invigorating
When the dew from the night
Carries over into the day
And my flower is a sight
To behold a certain way.

How enchanting,
An aroma to trap
A sweet smell to entice
Any insect on the map
And the King Bee for a price.

How misleading,
When you want what you think
Is all you need in this world
And it leads to the brink
Of your demise, and just think,
Only for a girl.

How simply pathetic,
The way you would blindly trust
Me opening my flower petals for you
When it was only for lust,
But darling, insist I must,
it's simply what I do.

Its a killer.
Like anger to a bee.
Like Hope in the eyes of a decided fate.
Like Music to my ears, we fade slowly together. Our feet move in step time sync.
Its a beauty; like the swan.
A flap of the wings in the water light.
A twist of the neck; a break of your arm.
It's a killer, with the name of Love.

I woke up wanting to kiss you...
oh wait, I never went to sleep,
and if you were missing me in your dreams
it's because you were walking on moonbeams with me.

You've not yet left my thoughts,
not once since the first time we spoke,
and that's no exaggeration, baby,
I would crack under the pressure of that tasteless joke.

But how can I sleep,
your name keeps ringing in my ears,
you're like one of those bees you want to swat away but you're too cute
and you help make the flowers grow so how the hell could I say 'no'?

These flowers that you planted in my chest
keep me rooted but my petals are always willing
to take flight on your flitting wings to new lands
because adventuring with you would be the best new beginning.

And at the end of the day we'd collapse into bed
and you'd whisper, 'buzz, buzz, buzz,' in my ear
right before you pull my lips to yours and kiss me
but there you go again drifting off to sleep.

Buzz Zippy Buzz Buzz!
Sunshine orange blossom nectar...
Sweet summer honey!

You wish your'e pale
or maybe pinkish
perhaps sun-kissed
or maybe olive.

But you we're born tint
divergent skin
arrows in all degrees
neurons were scattered
in all different fields.

Your'e more than a sheep
and we can all bees
I pollinate everything
from black to white
saturated to fade
and you should wander
through different colors
and you just might know
you're more to your skin.

Come again, You little Nature's Kin
Written by Adam M. Snow

Sinful and violet beneath the trees,
roses blooming upon the Spring.
They know the truth that lies the bees,
oh little ones who buzz and sing.
Why are you gone? Why are you gone?
Your buzzing decrease upon my lawn.

Are you fleeing, leaving my garden?
Upon my roses still sweet nectar,
for you to take if I must pardon
the intrusion little collector.
Come again, come again
- you little Nature's kin

Take upon you my sweet nectar,
there are many and there are many.
Take all you want, little collector,
there are many beyond plenty.
Take all you want little bee, little bee
- to your hive upon my tree.

Honeyed icing-sugar
sun melts the snow caps
on the mountains
hair and grates the tough
green, soft

In Caramel pastures,
In sunken hills,
Under the seaweed,
Cowslips grow,
With rubied spotted
Ladies crawling up blades,
And the bumbles rumbled
buzz, a continuous growl,
Sways the floating gold.

The dark spider darts
Spearing crumpled
Flies in its silken steel
Thread. Thread which sparkles
amid the Bronze knives 
which spear it too.