Bobbing bees loop around flowers,
Those dainty, dangling petals that look like they could ring
If you shook them gently.
So many your eyes glaze --
As the sun filters through the trees,
Threading the mossy earth with ribbons of light.
Striped butterflies dance lazily,
Their flapping wings a myriad of color.
We pause a moment,
Sweat clustering at our knees and necks,
Breath it; drink it in --
The sound --
For tomorrow we die.