Natural Form

As the parlance between the rosebud and honeybee continue on a Spring day.
A wordless, meaningless  conversation some  would say.
But the prose of life, lies within the character of being
who exhibits finesse and richness of his insight.
So, the honeybee could be said of one who savors the trellis of simplicity.
And the rosebud, the one who delivers ecstasy to the prevalence of love itself.