flowers whose sweetness
Is contained
an innocence that doth begin
the Bunble Bee comes closer to
an ardent admirer in a spin
round and a round
his wings afire
such dutifulness
he may never tire
collecting the nectar
unworldly one
spiritually, feeling the sun
a revelation to
all nymphs and elfins
good and true
tasting all that honey comb
doing what they all must do
honeysuckle
our reward
an emolument all can afford.