Beley bee is blue and tomato
is tiles red,
Lapped at the leaves on the
stem that carries them ahead.
Tomato trips the stem, and
the bee ***** in fright,
As she lands in the air, with
a gentle, floating flight.
With a soft "foom" she stretches,
her wings a blur of blue,
A tiny, whimsical moment,
suspended, pure and true.

All is blue like array.
Deck in gloom if you pray and play.
Life's a playful ground of
choice and a choice to choose.

Mikelson