Oh how weak my knees can be Counting every step it’s a threat, no it’s death Palm leaves, apple trees wishing that I could believe my body is a temple break it down tenfold Lungs heave free me trapped inside this barn my body is a spool of yarn. watch me string it out
Your words drip with
Honey. Oh, but isn't it Funny, That you should hate the bees?
the smell of hyacinths is like
hearing bees surrouding you with there little furry bodies it's like feeling the sunshine on your back while reading your favourite novel it's the taste of cold ice that melts in your mouth and drips of your waffle it's the sweet honey that you put on your toast every morning the smell of hyacinths is the feeling of summer
i want summer! i hate covid
Beauty of nature
Everything in harmony The blossom can’t wait to become a flower To show her colors To attract the bees 🐝 Shell✨🐚
Beauty of nature, everything in harmony as was meant to be.
THE SUN GOES UP
AND THE FLOWERS FACES THE SKY WHILE THE BEES SWARM WITH THE BREEZE BRINGING NECTAR IN THEIR LIPS COLLECTING POLLENS IN THEIR WINGS BRINGING SPRING IN THE HIVE'S FEAST.
I missed going outside where I can see nature.
As the bird sings
My poetry flows Every day I sing and go So While on yer busy flight Buzzin the flowers For the Queen Or yer honey delight Stop and give a listen ‘Cause like the bird It’s an audience We’re-all-a-missing ::..::..::..::..::..::..::..::..::..::..;:..;;
Waves it goes in waves