Oh Mr Bee, come down and see
This gorgeous orange bloom
With nectar cup all opened up
To leave you plenty room
To buzz about and wiggle in
With joy and so much glee
To party in her petalled folds
With much frivolity
And sip from syrup core as though
It’s like the finest wine
So come on, Mr Bee, fly in
For this flower is divine!
Beware the beauty of the rose
The flower with thorny shard
With bloom that rivals beauty bright
Or simply a façade?
The marriage of both love and hate
Dichotomous accord
The Rose with petals; fragrance sweet
Next poisoned dart on board
The thorn that draws on blood so red
As red as heart’s desire
With short sharpness in stark defence
The barb that cuts like wire
Beware the beauty of the rose
The flower with thorny shard
With bloom that rivals beauty bright
Or simply a façade?
Red Rose, image compressed (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Oh Daffodils come herald in
The spring with bell so bright
Come shout out loud” Come sing your song
Your yellowness delight
With cheer that wakes the earth anew
That summons up the sun
That warms the air; that clears the frost
That says that winter’s done!
Oh Daffodils come herald in
The spring with bells so bright
Come shout out loud Come sing your song
I sense that Spring’s in sight!
English: Daffodils at Hareby Daffodils head-to-head. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
They say that life is simply not
A bed of roses pure
But I just cannot take that line
And think it is for sure
For roses come with many things
With thorns and petal growth
So when we talk of such a bed
It takes account of both
The thing to see though isn’t good
Or bad as different things
But see the sliding scale of life
The ups and downs it brings
Then understand that through all this
Just like a rose we grow
Where thorns and petals blend as one
To make the flower we know
The flower that blooms with brilliance
In great displays to see
So that our lives reflect this bed
Of roses constantly
Ginz&Tonic 