A day in September

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, 

It was so delicate I pondered whether it was fatal.

Surprised she was when I looked at her, 

Her colours were fragile as though blur.

Under the white sky her breath was orange and blue,

I never saw someone like her just as true.

The wasp had now became my friend,

But the season would soon come to an end.

I said to the wasp one day, " Oh wasp, my dear friend, it was great that we met. But now the season will change and so our life. You will be my friend."

We were so happy to enjoy this time,

But there was no hope to meet again sometime.

I would soon bend and drop down,

And so will the wasp head to other flowers of the town.

Soon I will fall asleep in the ground,

Listening to the buzz sound.

When I flew accross this alp I saw a little fairy,

Whose wings were broken and weary.

With my journey I saw beyond your colours,

transperantly vibrant you were with your splendours.

Within this wasps heart you made a room 

Which no one can replace,

Without you being here what have I to embrace?

So many flowers are there as you say, but how can anyone restore your love in any way? 

Only a little flower you are to you, 

But for me in a flower you are a garden with a dew.

In you my meadow is now complete,

Even though you fall on the ground I won't dare to retreat.

My love for you is forever and more,

This wouldn't change ever from my core.

You will reside endlessly in my dreams

May you stay in my every little creave.

By

VaRa