An Ode To the Birds and the Bees

So happy I am for the Birds and the Bees, who rustle and bumble all for our ease. Nestled so sweetly in their nectar and honey, no my dear, it is not for the money. They garden the flowers and live in the trees, so happy I am for the buzzing of bees. As my head lay heavy on this pillow, my ears perk to the chirping of robins outside my window. I am gleeful as I listen to their joyous hymn that I begin to hum along on a whim. The dawn chorus was most superb that day, if work didn’t beckon me, I wouldn’t have whisked away. Beautiful blossoms capture my stare, iris here, lily there, hydrangea’s everywhere. When I ask who shepherds them, easily they reply “the bumble bees nearby, often do supply pollen with their feet, ‘tis really quite so neat!”