The Rose and The Bee from Land afar

Among the flowers, there lay a rose
in the garden of hay and hose
Unaware of its beauty and compose
it sulked but still grows


The garden, full of mediocrity
the bees lost sense of beauty
none sang for the rose, poetry
and the rose lay low in solitary


The Garden Bees come and go
have a look at the rose
But devoid of sheen and show
none bother to kiss the rose


while others grew bold
the rose grew cold
never to be told
it grew old and old


one morning when the sun shone
when the dew had gone
from land afar a bee had shown
to spend a day in garden as his own


It asked the garden bees
for the most beautiful piece
with no idea of what beauty means
surprise was how answered the bees


so in the garden roamed the bee
looking for the best honey
and stumbled on the rosy
that lost her melody


"you come from the best family"
"Why you so saddy"
asked the bee
to rose under stymie


"why you come here"
replied the rosy
"for am not loved here
least for my honey"


getting the story
said the bee
"why do you worry
you have the sweetest honey"


"for bees of the garden
never saw the heaven
so they may have fallen
but never for your pollen"


"from land afar I come
seen flowers all but some
heavens where from you come
can I have your honey some"


"It's just a kiss you need
to gain the beauty yours indeed
to always be in the lead
just pay my kiss a heed"


so kissed the bee
on the lips of rosy
took its honey
saying bye baby


And next day when the sun shone
when the bee had gone
rose bloomed with the beauty known
and never did it ever bemoan
for being the rose we all have known