When I think of the world
as mundane and tired
my mind is changed
when I gaze at the flowers
From bloom to bloom
the bees flit and flutter
bumbling and buzzing
hymns of praise and thanksgiving
Dressed in their finest
tiny fuzzy sweaters
they happily lick
sweet pollen for hours
Folding themselves
into lush beds of petals
they find their meaning
creating candied joy for others
