Follow the patterns. Follow the flight.
Follow to where the others went,
where the flowers are known,
and no surprises lie.
But I – I fly on daydream wings,
to fields my fellows did not try,
to sip exotic nectars under bright blue skies.
And should misfortune meet their flight,
should their flowers fail to thrive,
I’ll share my fortune with them too,
and again seek delight
in the revelations I have yet to find.
Song Choice: Flight of the Bumblebee, A capella stlye
Photo by Magaly Guerrero,
graciously offered to the Toads participating in this week's challenge.
This poem was inspired by the prompt given over Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads, Which Bee?