Monologue With a Flare - I Sting

Flowers blooming all around my vivid eyes I surround myself with my beauteous gardens The sun rises - it's morn such beautiful skies I am swarmed - my imagination runs clear In my mind the petals infatuate my face Lingering on - the aroma, the scents I trace I build memories for my most precious sight And it beams - the sun sheds radiant light The hues ever so prominent - the colors pretty Velvety reds of the beautiful rose with thorn And the periwinkle blue morning glory is born I wake each day- I see the elegant beauty And thus I am blessed with the buds They spark my personality- I yearn , I see This remarkable sight day in , day out - it blooms As if to say - I speak with my flowing eyes Permeated deep with the spark of a flower My tender thoughts - part my lips And the bees they swarm stinging with reality They listen to the words that do transpire In my thoughts parting my ways I walk in my gardens throughout the days And my vivid eyes they see this beauteous aura I built - I designed creating my garden And the bees sting each day in my mind In reality I set forth challenging each day To remind me my garden I walk though, I say Gives me strength - yet what shall I find?