The flowers in a green grass field
Have no words, no songs.
They bend to satisfy the wind,
And spring back young and long.
Then sudden kiss on the open mouth,
The searching kiss of a bee,
Shakes ground beneath the proud he-flower,
But he leaves the bee to be.
He lets the bee to pick his heart,
And bee is full and proud,
And to the next desired plant
It flies to kiss and mount.
The flower-she is struck surprised,
Taste of the bee so sweet,
And in the kiss the flowerless feels
The neighbor's dusty heat.
And petals close over the bee,
And, on the way to freedom,
The bee leaves the dusty heat inside,
But this is not a treason.
It is a service to the lives
Of neighbors - he and she
Have no wings, but fell in love
And to consume it they invite
The loving honey bee.