Across the miles, their thoughts leap,
In fields of wild flowers and bees.
She dances under a golden sun,
He chases the waves till the day is done.
No miles can dim their playful spark,
They share their light across the dark.
Though far apart, their hearts agree,
To frolic wild and free.
Spring early bloom
A bumblebee devours
The sweet honey
Anita Bacha
Thank you for your visit, my dear friends.
Just before night falls,
She closes her sleek petals-
Beauty for one day!
Beautiful flower,
Devoid of sweet redolence-
Queen of the alleys!
Bees come for honey,
Flowers let down their petals,
On velvety leaves.
The fields speak to me,
Of the fragrance of flowers,
Busy honey bees.
Old water lily,
Shedding petals on the leaves,
Season comes and goes.
Anita Bacha 