Let It Bee...Hmn? Follow The Stream Of The Circle... Poem by Inner Whispers

(Friday, September 05,2008)

The summer is almost gone,
Autumn sings his song;
Mushrooms call our names,
The king winter arrived.

All the bees and flowers,
Sleeping but not on the same bed;
Not yet...then the spring is coming,
All life starts again...

Slowly...no rush,
Then comes the summer;
The ring is almost closed,
Soon the bees visit the flowers,
And yOu'll be here...

As this circle came close,
This flower will sure bloom;
Welcoming the bee into its great form...

'How would yOu like to circle on my petal, sir? ' asked the flower,
'Slowly...but intensely, dear..' replied the bee.
'Why are yOu here, may I asK? '
'To smell yOur fragrance, admire yOur beauty, I hope to do...as I dropp and laid my sting on yOu...!

'And the magnificent flower said,
'Be gentle sir, move slow...for I am tight, I am afraid of yOu...'
Then the bee assured, 'I'l be gentle, dear, I will treat yOu nice,
Laid my sting slowly as I don't get rush.

For I know how delicate yOu are and I'm willing to stay calm,
So yOu can be comfortable as I sip yOur nectar.
'Hmn...what would it be? I wonder,
If yOu are the bee and I am the flower...let it be...