Wildlife

Furious wings beat through the summer air,

As lofty purple towers pierce the sky,

Chaotic winds from Aeolus fill the air,

Yet skillfully the bee draws ever nigh.

In harbour’s cradle she now gently meets,

Adorned with cushions for delicate feet,

Her weary wings fold gently in retreat,

Embraced by lavender’s aroma sweet.  

Golden nectar served upon a plate,

The fruit of your journey is realised,

At the Queen's command it's yours to take,

Daughter of Melissa, enjoy your prize!