I first landed on a fuchsia
Drank my fill, then landed on
A blade of fresh summer grass
Warmed by the morning sun.
I hovered over a geranium
Where I was kissed by pollen.
And swam in cool water's
Of a lily pond.
A south breeze warmed
The air as I hovered over
A hyacinth. My sacks full,
I glided home to the hive.
My days work done.
And at the end of summer
I will be gone forever.
Sir the concluding lines, its the effective one beautifully wrote, poem sways like flowers with breeze, words are pearly bees the organised creature, breeze the coolant, thank you sir enjoy reading.I love to read, When I read I make a picture in my mind, A canvas I am for my thought'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I travelled with the bee till the last!