NECTAR OF THE GODS

The thigs that a woman has to get a man.

This poem was given the Creative Pen Poetry Award Of Excellence. From the web site www.creativepen.com.
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.