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.
As I walk slowly in a daze,
Surround me in a purple haze.
I could fall asleep in this tent.
The smell alone is heaven sent.
The scent of lilac is filling my head.
I need to find an appropriate bed.
I will just sit on this bench in the sun
And enjoy the lights of the setting sun.
A bud so sweet,
It throws off heat.
Its scent draws me near,
Still not feeling fear.
It soon becomes clear,
I shouldn’t be here.
The buzzing becomes loud.
The fuzzy face too 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.
Brockhampton Estate, Herefordshire, England
via n.g.s
There’s beauty in the simple,
in the flow of a sweeping vine,
in the perfection of a rose.
Enough to brighten a day,
to fill you with its scent,
to entice you with its passion.
To leave you with serenity.
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A bud so sweet,
It can’t be beat.
Throwing off heat,
Enticing treat.
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.
Beauty in the simple.
The flow of a falling vine.
The perfection of a rose.
Enough to brighten a day.
Fill you with its scent.
Entice you with its hue.
Fill you with serenity.
Helmut Newton – Dans la maison de Mucha, Prague, 1989
So many books to read.
I feel faint from their scent.
How can I read all of them?
Will I have enough time?
I will sleep first.
Store some strength.
Tomorrow is another day.
