by Tubal Rabbi Cain

Rare flavor of nectar
and beauty of blossoms
decorate the farmer’s hectare 

Compelling in bees 
a labor of love 
for honey as token without fees

And a lesson 
for dwellers on nature’s provision
to harvest, sharing in season 

But rare flavor of nectar,
and beauty of blossoms
sustain the butterfly’s scepter 

With all the beauty,
it never toils or shares, 
flaunting its beauty as a duty

Yet bees make no show 
of the honey or the sting reserved,
for those who reap where they do not sow. 

Honeydew by Tubal Rabbi Cain

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