The Flower And The Bee - Poem 

 

A yellow flower
Resting in the meadows
Amongst the other flowers.
A bright yellow daffodil
At the crest of the hill
Watching over the roses
Spellbindingly stole, the eyes
Of the buzzing bee.
He liked what he saw
In this little dainty flower,
Who took her beauty from the land
And was as radiant as the sun
Having its yellow colors too.
The happy little bee,
Flying slowly to her;
Started to ponder -
‘She is a beautiful flower,
Placed high upon the hill,
Would she welcome me,
To be her friend?
Then he continued to fly,
With calmness,
He landed on her petals

And after on, would he

Ever imagined in his life? 

That they would be best

friends forever...

The flower bloomed and the

Bee danced.