See that rose, over
there? With those petals
like the early morn sun that
raises from east, the wet
droplets of dew resting
on it soft silk skin;
Disturbed by the hissing hum
of the little bee that
lands on her petals to
drink her nectar quick,
such power in such a simple thing.
Have you stooped to smell
or stooped to even see those
little wonders over yonder?