Small petals,
small are the stems;
though small the flowers,
the honeybee sees.
I guess it must be it's fragrance
that helps them find their place.
I wonder,
do the flowers too wait for them?
Wait for the bees,
messaging them with their sweet smell.
May be they do
or, they don't
but the beauty is
flowers never stop
smiling wide open
in the sun;
sharing their nectar
I guess they know
their nectar turns
into honey and
it's sweetness cures even the sun burns.
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