a sliver of sun, sparkles
on a leaf, glossy
with ripeness.
a tui calls somewhere
on a day bright with gold.
and I cannot help think
that bees can probe into
the hearts of flowers
and drink of the nectar
so joyously given.

but alas, alas, humans.
we lack the courage
to drink deep of life,
so maddeningly sweet.
we settle for the petals,
that gossamer thin
surface of things.
while treasure lies within
and life flows by
un-drunk.