There’s a lovely flower in my garden,
by the name of Bee Balm.
Soft spiky flowers and leaves,
Fragrant Red blossoms
Yet the bees that fly through it
Are never calm or soothed
They’re still as busy as ever
Buzzing from bloom to bloom
Gathering their nectar and pollen
With their nimble limbs
With a blossom so divine
And ripe for the picking
How could a bee relax,
Take his time and wait?
Girl Scout Cookies
2 years ago
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