A closer look at that smaller and more colorful world. Click the photos to enlarge.
A bee upon a flower did light,
With curious eye, I watched it;
And after moments passed, it flew
Away with nectar’s booty,
Life’s sustenance for bee,
From flower’s heart.
I asked the flower, in whispers hushed
(Lest uninvited ears might hear)
If such intrusion to its heart
Were injur’ous to softnesses
As which, I thought, must linger there.
The flower replied, “No, of course,
For bee and I depend upon
His forays, he for food and I
For life; Future’s generations
On his excursions do rely.”
“May I, too, then, such pleasures seek
Within your golden heart?” I asked.
The flow’r said, “No, for you are man,
Not bee. Ascendancy’s your only quest –
Your footsteps weigh too heavily
Reflective, then, I walked away
Through desert’s springtime scented air
With heightened sense that I, myself,
Might someday find – like bee and flow’r –
A sustenance in life alone,
Apart from Man’s disruptive goal:
The need for dominance and pow’r.