Odour. Fragrance. Soil.

Petals clapping in the wind
Wings spreading in  colours
Dew easing on its face
Nature has found its race track
Their fragrance tell their story
How they fill the air with grace
Strangers take away their memories
Lovers daydream of rolling on them
Under the lushness of the earth
Sometimes they bring news from the centre
They tell of the worms they partner with
Today it’s about a beetle
How it longs to be a butterfly
But its loud buzz gives it away
Making it just another bee without honey

Vera