Tale of bees.

How does a flower know so well, to show it's face in seasons formed

The weather tells the tale of bees in weather kept and warmed

A pollinators glory
How pretty the works of gods great world

When sun shines on the petals there soft in poise and pearled

The remainder of a glorified story, when flowers come to bless each heart

And show it's beauty
There and then
​​In gardens and great parks.