Strung Stung

April 30, 2019 - Reflections, Tenderness
Strung Stung

Though the flowers have escaped my sight
Though the fruits have evaded my sleight
And though the trees have derided my height
In their hollow trunks
Found I’ve their murmurous riverbanks
In their ornamented boughs
Their cheerful throes
And have not their diligent pollinators
Those ever melodious consummators
Dutifully led me daily to their secluded nectarous resonators?

By Kevisorus | Twitter

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