And there we

Lay like one

Plank of Aspen

And one of

Ebony like one

Night and one

Day dark and

Light you the

Stone and I

I am your

Splash as you

Skip skip skip

Then plunge headlong

Into me like

I am your

Cool summer lagoon

I am not

A bee but

Rather a flower

Bees buzz about

Busily buzzing bouncing

Bobbing busy belonging

But a flower

A flower knows

What they are

Where they are

Who they are

And that is

Very very attractive

To those busy

Buzzing little bees