For maybe a week or two they shine
Like jewelry in the grand design
Refracting light in every hue
Through precious gems of morning dew
The soon to be delicious line
Adorning every sturdy limb
With opulence that stirs the whim
Of any self respecting drone
In search of petals pollen prone
From which to neatly skim.
Are You Reading Me?
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