Forever a flower
entices the bee
yet I know at this hour
this flower is free.
Times’ passage has faded
these petals and leaves,
as the bees swarm and pass
a small part of me grieves.
And yet I rejoice
(with a hint of regret)
to be now overlooked
by a once perceived threat.
Whose motive has shifted
needing nothing from me
a burden is lifted
from myself
and the bee.