Bee dance
a bee dances on the cusp
of an orchid’s unbridled imagination,
along a brazened path that gives vent
to wildest dreams,
dreams high upon the wings
of an angel’s euphoria,
where graced by natural presence,
in high noon spellbound,
the bee entrusts its soul.
sustenance aplenty:
compass of heart
citadel of spirit
chalice of being;
amidst that persona
ambrosia, nectar, sugar,
a saviour’s redoubt,
tribute to all life
fluttering little bee,
nestling with its pink beauty
in the flower of life—
and on silken wings
pollination, honey sacs, awe
alighting spirit
in preordained design
in symbiotic embrace
in solaced destiny.
All the best,
Warren J. Devalier
President
Interface Inc.
©2016
