He kissed her up turned lips,
Then moved along his way.
A vagabond of the moment
His habit was not to stay.
She quivered oh so slightly,
Swaying gently to the passing bliss.
His seed he planted deep with in her,
From only this single kiss.
Other lips awaited anxiously,
A welcome from each lady fair.
So to the next budding beauty,
The bumble bee coursed the air.
Ungainly little insect,
How the flowers love you near.
Hanging from your stubby wings,
Impossible flight you dare.
No honey is placed in your nest,
As your smaller cousins do.
But life you spread equally,
Each spring as the world renews.
Is it possible that you alone,
Are there to show us how?
With bands of black and yellow,
And pollen upon your brow.
Tis not so much the beauty
Of your skill or grace or charm.
But that you know your one lone task,
Each year your kiss perform.
In watching you about your work,
It comes to this human mind,
That a lesson can be learned from you,
Which would benefit all mankind.
Like you we each must work at life,
Some earn, some steal, some pay.
What if we all put back as much,
As that for which we take away?
By sweat of hand or thoughtful deed,
We all were want to give.
So that the great and little lives,
In all nature might be helped to live.
From ant to flower – sea to earth,
From one creature to mighty herd.
Mankind and beast could live,
In peaceful harmony by but a word.
As you kiss the up turned lips,
Suspend from up above,
Your act is that of the word,
The kiss is Mother Natures love.
Beautiful Poem– and beautiful custom header!
such a nice poem, and perfect for this time of year. spring, my favorite season.