A BUD

 

 

 

A bud so sweet,

Enticing treat.

It throws off heat,

Dance to its beat.

 

Its scent draws me near,

Still not feeling fear.

It soon becomes clear,

I shouldn’t be here.

 

The buzzing becomes loud,

Near my face big and round.

I quickly hit the ground,

Hoping I won’t be found.

 

The birds are chirping,

And I’m not hurting.

The sun is shining,

My bud is smiling.

YELLOW

 

 

A flower is a perfect spot.

The yellow looks scrumptious to me. 

Pink flowers will be my next stop.

I’m happy as a buzzing bee.

 

Spreading joy through the leafy green.

Nectar to my toes through my nose.

Stopping here and there in between.

Sharing everywhere like a hose.

 

I CRY ALONE IN THE NIGHT

 

I cry alone in the dark of night.

The sun refuses to share the light.

Lit by a fire from within.

Moonlight hits me like a sharp pin.

I grow paler by the day.

In this world, I cannot stay.

Without light, I will die.

My white petals will fly.

I’m left to be a thin stick

As I grow tired and sick. 

PINK

 

A touch of pink at night.

I do not need much light.

I bud in the dark.

My spot in the park.

Can you feel me touch your hair?

If you cannot, please come near.

I’ll sprout in the spring for you and me.

A prettier sight you will not see.