A Flower

A lonely flower Quiet and sad Swaying to the melancholy song of the wind No other flower for company Only tall grass hiding her from the outside world One day brought a wandering bee Saw the flower And lost his heart To her slender beauty He tenderly sat on her soft petals Caressing her center with his mouth Overjoyed on being so close To this delicate being She—her emotions were in turmoil It felt like heaven When he caressed her He danced from one petal to another And she swayed in pleasure The wind supplied the music The sun came out to give warmth The bee tenderly opened The flower center In he went and drank the sweet nectar Which seemed to go on and on Satisfied he came out Saw the flower was pale Slowly one by one Her petals dropped She bowed her slender head and died There was a soft smile on her face The satisfied smile Of a full and happy life He sadly looked on in silence Swaying slowly with the melancholy wind.