The Honeybee and the Tree

“Salutations” buzzed the honeybee
To the greenly, weathered tree
Immersed in her thoughts of morning
And sigh she did to be faced with
The freshness of his yellow beauty
He bent to kiss his way up her tired limbs
Lured by the last of her springly blossoms…
Low and soft she moaned in pity
“There be poison in my nectar- bitter blood-
From a cracking, wilting heart �" Drink Not”
“Then, Dear, shall I come every day to Drink of it �"
Till You are made sweet”
And from her bitterness gave he birth
To sprawled universes of honey
And gave he rise to her rebirth
A glorious, dew-dropped renaissance
Setting up his nest among her branches.

Reviews

[E.H. Monroe]

COME ON! who the f**k has the mental capacity or is dialed in to the ancients of teaching lessons through anecdotal poetry anymore like this. The poem is not only astounding but the lesson is so old world it tunrs my envy meter on high.
This was beautiful and plain.
Fantastic and necessary.
Educational and complex.

Bravo my dear

[Tommy]

Sometimes all it takes is some affection to cure the poisons of the heart…The honey bee he packs a sting, but it’s the flower who is tickled by his kiss…

Great Write A.A.!
RLG,
Tommy