Crystal nectar
Floats above
That little red vessel
And plastic daisies.


Butterflies gather,
Fresh out of cocoons,
Flutter sunlit colors
Suckling new sweets.


Ah, yes, the bees,
Crawling, fighting, hiding,
To fill honeycombs
Somewhere.


Then quiet arrives,
No work, just pleasure,
No purpose at all
It would seem.


Then the hummingbirds hum,
Come, suck the best
The sweetest at the end,
Twilight rest.