The light was greeting the sky
At dawn one morning in May,
A bumblebee set out to fly
To work but also to play
While flowers would sigh
Kissing this pink new day.
Buzzing in this blossom supply
She rejoiced in the wild display.
Then, plunged in a rose mallow's head high
Sprinkled with dew lit with the first sunray.
She dipped her toes, then let them dry
And took off to continue her day.
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