The hyacinth hid behind the brown oak tree, As the bee hovers around the roses and lily
She is shy to show her petals rare but not as lovely, As the bee roams around the meadow...
But the bee flutters towards the hyacinth hiding snugly and dreary; the bee looking with glee and laden,
The hyacinth slips through the oak’s bark firmlyBut the bee buzz around her with a smile barely.
The hyacinth points the bee towards the roses and lily
But the bee stung to get nectar so deeply and fervently
The hyacinth by surprise wondered why me?
Now she knows the bee pursues her devotedly...