Walking along through the well-traveled path
I began to question how life does love.
Walking past flowers and leaning on staff
I watched a humble bee fly from above
and land on a rose as yellow-striped dove.
A feast on life's nectar, sweet honey gold,
and off his leg fell a seed to belove
and grow a grand rose to help life re-sew
as seeds are examples of life's perfect mold
for giving and sharing, life's perfect plan,
a perfect chord born of nature's octave.
Grandiose and simple, brilliant and bold,
nothing's more sacred to enlightened man.
Caring for others is how life does love.
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