I’m writing as a letter
To she who hums through the day
Just being and making it better
In the Sun a tiny ray
You wouldn’t know where she went
Lest you saw her, floating free
Seeking always the sweetest scents
Always busy as she could be
And I’ve never felt so strong a need
But to touch her golden hair
I couldn’t permit myself such greed
To disturb her: beautiful, fair
There’s something childlike to the way
She buries her face in the blooms
And she and the flower together sway
Having longed for one another since the womb
And then she lets go, and wipes off her face,
The first time of many, so to say
And she floats, and hums, with a little bit of grace
Just kinda bumbling along through the day