The sweetness of your nectar awaits on your toungue!
Have you ever been the dance to your own tune?
The fragrance to your own scent?
The aroma to own food?
In an open invitation to the bees
The flower knows the sweetness of its nectar
Its out pouring of grace is boundless
With extravagance it dances in its blossoms
Needing no reason to celebrate
Yet the blossoms keep coming each spring
Laughing in the gentle caress of the wind
Soaking up the rain in a grateful quench
Taking the sun’s rays with the innocence of a child
If a flower has that much grace, what then do you say of yourself?
Will you allow yourself to rise in the mystery of your dew drops?
Will you accept the invitation to taste your own nectar?