SERVING BEAUTY

Blossoms yellow, white and red

 Smile to the morning sun.

The breeze hastens the shivering

With cold and and snow,

Yet powerful to pass

The fragrance to corners farthest.

The sleepy bees from their slumber

Startle as arrows hit the targets.

With youngsters ready ready for the trip

Find easily the way.

Delighted with joy, the butterflies,

Not far behind, the humming and whistling

Of the guests, widen the eyes of the host,

The sign of warm welcome.

Rush in sucking, no queue , nor discipline,

Yet calm the provider, fondles all over,

Smiling look to the little ones

As mothers to babies feeding.

Colours,size,and creed various are

Still no problem for the host to identify !