Fairy Dust of Magic

I sit here basking, under rays of sun,

with grass interwoven between bare toes.

The bumble bee, he buzzes, he’s on a mission,

to a fragrant purple…a lilac…he knows.

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Humming birds flit, their wings all a flutter.

 The nectar they crave, from this purple place.

Orange  Monarchs, and  Swallow-tails of yellow,

 land on the flowers, to hide their face.

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Nervous, I was, at the dawn of this day.

 But now, I smile at nature’s display.

 And all of those critters, they…like the fay,

  fairy dust of magic, upon me, convey.

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This poem is a result of today’s Daily Prompt, Nervous.  It was inspired from memories of me  as child, sitting in the shade an old lilac bush, my mom had planted.  I loved watching the birds, bees, and butterflies that frequented its branches.