O, Sweet Honeysuckle

O, Sweet Honeysuckle

Fragrant Blossoms dancing on your fingertips

Freeing their purfume

Drifting through jungles of glimmering grass

Singing of the honeysuckle's glorious awakening

                          

Creatures find their way to you

To taste your radiant nectar

O, Sweet Honeysuckle

In these mere hours, before your flowers close...

O, Sweet Honeysuckle

The prince of flowers has returned to us

The End

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