Floral Glory Floored

The glory of the garden
Has fallen

Expanse of beauty, collapsed

A sheep's fleece of pink and peach
Trumpet fleshy flowers
Honey nectar
Heaven-scent

Sprawling on the floor
Dignity no more
Grovelling for help

How will I resurrect her?
Who will help restore her?
To her former realm of Majesty

She was the bee's honey-suckling paradise

Her Royal honey nectar collecting on their buzzing bodies
Carried on wing, to their honey-making hives
Honeyed glory from one Queen to another

We must keep our Honey Queens alive!