Ode to a fragrant flower

Your silent presence by my side

Such magic it weaves in my life

The world is filled with a fragrant joy

Its many flaws do not catch my eye

My simple life of mundane things

Dons a new charm, a new meaning

So I am glad, my love, all those years ago

I held your hand, and never let go

Lost

With open arms, what does it ask of the sky

This lofty tree laden with luscious fruit?

Why does it trill such high notes of joy

The lonely bird perched in those dark woods?

What impels the bees to fly long miles

To gather more food than they'd ever use?

Why do the ants spend their fleeting lives

Building castles of mud and other refuse?

Why so they act? How so their thoughts?

If knowing such simple souls is beyond my ken

It is little wonder that I'm forever lost

In the labyrinthine ways of the world of men