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.
