the Play of Flower and Bee
Oh beauty, Flower
Do not look down, Please
let me tell you and fill you
And brighten you to peace.
I know what he showed you
And what you have seen
The nectar is gone now
And I know it was for free.
Don’t mull over it
It isn’t anyone’s fault
Bee had to be Bee
And you were to be Flower.
The story had to begin
Nectar had to be gone
And had to be done
In the way, it had been done.
Never doubt the Bee either,
And what it showed to you
As all of it was true
But just not what got to you.
Nor blame the scripts
Rather cherish the mix
As there was more of the lights
Than the darks of the night
You were chosen to
live, The parts of lights
So it had to be done
In the darks of the night.
Cherish the lights
I say, You
were made for that
And the rest come from that.
This is the story of whole
Of every heart and soul
And oh beauty, Flower
What a play it’s been!!
