Oh Flower, You Said

A flower, surrounded by trees,
once said,
to hardworking bees,
“I’m dead.”

The trees looked down at the bees,
scared.
But down the road came a breeze,
and said,

“Oh flower, my dear, be at ease,
instead.
I know that from you, these bees,
have fed.

But flower, my dear, please...
look ahead.
Those fields that you see,
blooming, red.

Are blooming like this, due to these bees,
that spread,
from flower to flower, the pollen, they seize,
from YOU, my friend.”

Inspired by Poet on the piano Thread at the main forum