As he assumes his post beneath the tree,
with eyes uplifted to the morning rays,
what buzzes slowly past: a bumblebee
regarded as a marvel in his gaze.

The head held high with regal dignity,
and framed in nature’s canvas white & blue
at mercy of the early summer breeze,
of which the creature breathes as if anew.

When all a sudden, broken is the spell.
Gate dividing love and solitude,
parallels of life and family
Ajar it swings; within, the place I dwell.
A fellow being croons of warmth and food
Until tomorrow comes, my little tree.