Honeycomb Home

Roses are red, red abuzz

With bees buzzing buzzes.

Violets are truly blue!

If Peace was made of honey

We’d each have a piece

Of harmony, both me and you.

When I send peaceful words

They don’t harm or disturb

I write, yet I’m not alone.

Being born to a chalice, a buzz

Belies my writing palace,

Buzzing busily on my throne.

I consider wise words

Of kindness – with mad verbs,

My honey, my peace flies home.