The Flower and the Bee

The flower and the bee are miracle signs. To last forever when the spirit aligns. The summer is abuzz with all of the fun. A day to remember when love was outdone. The most perfect design that holds the powers. In the soft bosom found of gentle flowers. Upon the summit of the holy mountain. Flows our happiness from a godly fountain. The masters of being steal the cosmic show. Sending cool respite or brimstone and coal. Redemption slips away fear fills the still air. The crowd standing breathless with a frozen stare. Then in the plainest sight the truth could be seen. But in our dark vision we thought it a dream. For life is not made fair it gives and it takes. We chaulk up the sorrows and call it the breaks. To find your destiny seek the promised land. For all man's empires soon turn back to sand. Standing there next to you the one that you seek. The promise that you made was you wouldn't peek!