Oh to have the courage of the orange blossom.
To emerge with the strength of tenderness,
Blooming with majesty unguarded.
Scenting the air with fragrance that welcomes,
Sweetening honey with free flowing nectar.

To retain that wondrous sparkle, held in childhood eyes.
Gleefully chase the fluttering butterflies.
Stalk buzzing bees, with curiosity,
From soft open petal to hive of filled cells.
Fearlessly licking golden syrup from sticky fingers.

Globes of Sun now pull the branches low.
Perfumed smell still permeates the grove.
Cells are now vacant, and the hive is dry.
Honeys sweetness still lingers.
My path guided by delicate flowers of white.

Techno, really sends you to a sunny medow! Thanks man!

Wow! This is just simply beautiful!

Hey thanks for giving it a look guys. I'm glad you enjoyed it Rob, and lu.