Member Rara Avis
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium
This poem was written as a response to one of Tracie's poems: The earth laughs in flowers.
I hope you like this one, although the title might be unappropriate or inadequate...
Bumble bees land on flowers,
collecting nectar to make honey,
Delicacies of the world, sweet lovers,
address each other, simply 'honey'.
Flower beds on wide fields, shine,
as does the earth, who holds the beds,
embraced in her sweet bosom, close to heart, feels divine
seeing little children clinging, glowing reds.
Life is like a painting,
That in an art gallery is left hanging,
Though many come just to look at it,
A very few actually come to enjoy it.