Don’t pick the flowers Just let them be A pretty gathering For all to see Let them paint a picture Upon a hill With petal brushes With determined wills To stay lovely To stand strong Through wind and storm They’ll carry on Destined to be Something beautiful For you and me
She liked to lay in fields Where flowers grew wild Where imagination bloomed Like it did as a child Whimsical Fantastical Vibrant Free Just as she wished Life would be
Does the Honey bee know: The strength of its wings, The pain it can inflict With just one sting, All the important things That its humble work brings? *** I’m really not sure What the Honey bee knows But I know what he does Though I don’t know what he knows So, for this, I… Read More Honey Bee
Do you see the landscape Desolate with snow, Or do you see the landscape With an ethereal glow? Though the ground is frozen Growth has begun Spring flowers are born Of snow and sun
The rose blooms Because it must Rise up From the dust So, we may see Something beautiful So, we may know What is lovely
Even the bees Are moving slower today In the hot, heavy air They slumber and stay Tucked inside A field of pastel petals Where the shade lives Their restless wings settle The flowers are still Their buzzing stops Water from the hose On the flowers drops Waking sleepy bees As they dream Of feeding royal… Read More Royal Jelly
I remember when pulling petals Decided fate If love would blossom At a future date Or if the last petal Would decide Love’s not to be Between him and I And if the final answer Didn’t fit I’d pull more petals I would not quit To find the answer That I sought “He loves me,… Read More Pulling Petals
Playing peekaboo With the dirt below Whimsical petals In the sun glow In pastel shades Pearly white Tiny flowers rise To hug the light Kissing the dark Cold dirt goodbye Embracing the day Reaching for the sky
Where have all The flowers gone? They’re lost for now Beneath the ground In the dark Their bulbs now sleep Finding rest While buried deep Finding strength For what’s to come Awakened petals Reach for the sun Hope springs eternal Winter’s done
What’s it like to be The most popular flower Adored by all Whether sun or shower A beautiful bloom In whom the bugs delight The most popular flower Round, yellow, and bright For a sip of nectar They come day or night
Jessica M. Collette 
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