Nectar of the gods

This poem should be in order after woman.

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Nectar of the Gods

Once upon this blissful morn
the sunshine came to me

And told me of a story of
a busy honey bee

Who gathered all the sweetness
from the flowers of the field

And he would suck the nectar till nothing more would yield

And then to find another one
He noticed then the majestic one
Standing all alone and
dancing in the wind

With aromatic fragrance
calling to come in

But his grandeur turned to poison
as he would play about

The petals closed upon him and there was no way out

I wonder if last moments were struggling to get free

Or keeping with the nature
of a busy honey bee

The Lightman George Garrett Anastasia
Copyright TXU1-347-325
2-13-2007