Bumble bee

Ardently I spoke with a rose,

imploring that she bloom

the way I've seen her before.

The somber rose insisted she was.

Though somewhere hidden 

she accepted there was more.

At night she sought shelter from the wind

But all her dear fellow perenials

were far too occupied in their sleep.

No worrying, now,

for you have miss bumble bee

telling her to just be!