Springtime Poetry
Here’s a springtime poem for you, enjoy the beauty of nature around you. Happy weekend, love Clarabelle.
Mr Bee
The bee flies into my window,
Not sure what he doesn’t see.
He’s trying to get in,
And I’m getting out of me.
If only this little bee,
Knew how lucky he was.
He’d be buzzing about the flowers,
Not putting his life on pause.
Oh little bee, stay away from this box,
Spend time making honey, under the rocks.
Springtime is here, it’s waiting for you,
Mr Bee, I’ll come out and join you too.
By Clarabelle, 4 April 2014
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