The Pollen of my life is sweetened-
Passed from bee to bee
Friendly flowers form a beacon
(My Queen beams humble-ly)
I feel alive; so bold inside-
Life is sweet in honey-hives!
Poppies bloom, a serum soon
Beckons forth my Soul to thrive!
*Just wondering if anyone can guess to what I am alluding? I will crown thee an astute observer as a prize ;)