In
morning dew I love to fly
And
check out flowers' sweet perfume
Their
gentle petals make me swoon.
All
shapes and sizes, tall and short
Each
unique and finely wrought
All
have their own enticing grace
A
home-from-home with shining face.
Bees
and wasps compete with me
But
where else would I wish to be?
On
summer days in gentle breeze
I
hover under leafy trees...
Ants
and insects far below
Put
on an acrobatic show
By
crawling up those tender stems
To
reach the flowers, nature's gems.
My
life, alas, is poignant, brief
Birds
may swoop down on a leaf
Where
I've paused with spread-out wings
To
meditate on higher things.
Attracting
predators is worse
My
fragile beauty is a curse
For
I must do before I die
Under
summer's waning sky...
(c) Poet in the woods 2020
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