As I was sitting one spring day in my garden chair
I let the breezes gently blow around me without a care.
I often like to close my eyes and feel its soft caress
But this time there was something new that woke me from my rest!
Perfume that was so very strong I felt a little dizzy
And then I heard a message from the honey bee so busy...
"Oh yes, we have been visiting the hyacinths white and pink
We gather nectar from them all, we drink and drink and drink!
And sometimes we can even feel a little bit topsy turvy
The fragrance strong it makes us fly a little bit soft and swirvy.
The hyacinths they all do come from Persian lands of old
The prophets and the poets sing their praises bright and bold.
One poem that sweetly says it all tells of its treasures fine
How its flowers fill the soul with beauty so sublime."
And this is the proverb of old...
'If I had two loaves of bread, I'd sell one and with the dole
I'd buy a blooming hyacinth for it would feed my soul.'
And as I listened to the bee, I pondered of beauty and art
I need them every single day to feed my growing heart.
Thank you bee and thank you flower for your hidden story
I always greet you in the spring with joyful endless glory!
written by Christine Summerfield