Standing tall under the open sky blue, I was still alone with my cape of lavender hue. Listening to rustling leaves and birds chirping, I had no one to talk to other than the bees working. I would dance and swing along the wind, But that day there came a wasp oh so kind. Asked for my nectar for honey sweet, And thanked me for the precious treat. Days came and went by and this went on, Until one day I came to know the wasp had set heart upon. Among the mountains and tall stains of rivers, Under the deep valleys and I rushed with a quiver. Those bees work hard, so shall this wasp... Upon and over with a rigorous task. I leapt away the blue river and above, I saw a tiny flower over within a lavender grove. The sun was shining bright and high, It made the flower let out a sigh. How adorable a flower could be so I thought, I spread out my wings though I felt a little plaut. I went near her, and swayed through her petal,...