Precious bumblebee,
keep your wings cared for.
You must bring light,
and tend to the flowers.
They've had a hard winter,
precious bumblebee.
Please bring them back to life,
and bring me back with you.
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The Sun
PoetryAnd as The Moon sets, The Sun will rise. Bringing its warmth, Bringing its love, And bringing its comfort; In knowing we have made it To another day. •••••• Welcome to my fourth poetry collection. This book is themed on the sun and the light in our...
