I found myself

At the river’s edge

How I got there

I cannot say

Perhaps it was because

I had nowhere else

To go

And, I had lost

My way

 

But it was in this place

That I made my pledge

Never again

Will I walk that road

Or that spiteful

dusty lane

 

I am afraid my beating heart

Has been fully dredged

Only silt doth remain

 

I am nothing

But a drifter

A magical, devious

Shape shifter

I sit amognst

Nature’s spree

And listen intently

As the wind whispers

Her secrets to me

 

The brambles

Were too sharp

Treacherous thorns

Unleashed their scorn

Making me wish

I had never been born

 

It was a road

Where no rose grows

There were only

Blades that wound

And maim

 

Hatred will blame

Even the purest

Of souls

And the beasts

Will take their toll

 

The river

Is where I belong

The water flow

Soothes my soul

 

Joy is found

In the dragonflies dance

Whilst the air soothes

With lullaby's, gifted

By beguiling bird song

Where the butterflies

Romance and flutterby

In a trance

And no-one feels

The need to make

A stance

 

The rain washes

O’er my face

And the sunlight

Offers her warm

Embrace

 

And I dance

Oh, how I dance

So freely

And joyously

I am but

A bumblebee!

 

I am so happy

To be me

Feeding from the flowers

And spring blossom

From the trees

Joy knows nothing

Like a bird freed

Nor the humble

Bumblebee.

 

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