WOMAN

Woman:

Oh flower of so many
Unforgettable sweet fragrance
Pause in thy sweet scent
Thou truest nectar of the
God.


Nectar of the Gods:

Once upon this blissful morn
the sunshine came to me
And told me of a story of
a busy honey bee
Who gathered all the sweetness
from the flowers of the field
And he would suck the nectar till nothing more would yield
And then to find another one
He noticed then the majestic one
Standing all alone and
dancing in the wind
With aromatic fragrance
calling to come in
But his grandeur turned to poison
as he would play about
The petals closed upon him and there was no way out
I wonder if last moments were struggling to get free
Or keeping with the nature
of a busy honey bee

The Lightman
George Garrett Anastasia