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.

A PLACE OF FANTASY

 

 

A place of fantasy there must be,
where blues and green merge in the deep sea.

Clouds create formations into works of art,
resembling soft cotton balls splitting apart.

I raise my face to the sunshine of the day,
the rays shooting sparks as they frolic and play.

The sand is soft beneath my feet,
warming my body with its heat.

Come with me and enjoy the dazzling sun,
we’re sure to have fun till the day is done.