Near a lazy rock and a moss green sky
A jungle flower would bloom whitely,
A toothed wheel of a tiny locomotion.
The breeze stirred its shape into many,
With false feet of anthers , disheveled,
Hair of dancing to a morning breeze.
Near its heart is a dash of soft orange
Set in a white crystal of perfect view,
With contrapuntal note by brown bee
Hovering to its hesitant landing away
From prying camera for macro views.
The rock rose grandly to summer sky
Looking down on single jungle flower
A white pride in its green rock bottom.
The bee landed briefly on bee outlines,
Many shapes vaguely embracing bee.