With heavy loins I strolled the wood, <br />Observing nature, as young men should, <br />Who enjoy the natural way of things; <br />And appreciate what a pure life brings. <br /> <br />Perhaps it was the scents of spring <br />Made my thoughts stray to sun kissed skin: <br />The warmth of rays that pierce the trees. <br />I forced myself to watch the bees. <br /> <br />Just then I saw a beautiful flower, <br />Resting naked in her fragrant bower. <br />If I joined her on her bed of moss, <br />What, I wondered, would be the cost? <br /> <br />I became the bee, for nature won, <br />And we made love beneath the sun. <br />Pink petals unfolded to my gentle touch, <br />And I sipped the nectar I loved so much. <br /> <br />Drops of sweet honey to welcome me, <br />Natures way; but then we can see <br />Just how much pleasure this can bring, <br />When lovers meet to welcome spring.<br /><br />Irene C S ClarkHogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/welcoming-spring/
