Pollenticks

You were my honey bee

I was your daffadil 

I was nestled in thick weeds 

Stangled until nector bled 

Unhappy in life until you flew by

And softly fed

You landed with such eligance 

And in that sun your body danced 

And those wings did buzz as you showed your love 

And  drank from my elixar 

And in return you gave me life 

And drew a new picture 

Of what life should be and not what i had already  lived 

So here i sit amidst these strangling weeds struggling to breath 

Looking up at the sun yearning to feel its rays on my face 

Yearning  to thrive.

Yearning to survive 

And break free from these weeds that have me shackled to this dusty place 

So i give you this gift

 I place it on your legs

So you can take flight 

And spread me far and wide 

So i may thrive

So i may survive