pollination

Contrary to the guidance where all righteous
elements flower from His heart;
there resides a maddening din from self-doubt
and swaying convention.

One can see colorful fields where bees on course
take to their mark from an ancient dance.
Invisible rivers guide these wondrous forms,
fleeting and bobbing to each earth-turn
that yield their seeds to yearly growths
of heavens will.

What ephemeral potion is all but contrary
to heaven's fold? Each in their richness
that counts one to another and the sweetness
of Manna like the honey-bees gold.

Dear fields and rainbow's physics swell
beyond our heart to gain the bounty
of Earths desire.