“The moon will go to bed
the sun to work,
Morn will dawn,
the rose shall bloom”
Dreamt the timid bee
of the morning to be.
“Nectar-greed, drowsiness,
caught in the closed petals,
the bee dreamt on”
Alas, eaten by the stray cow
ended the rose.
That sad night,
to say finis-in-toto
to lotus, petal, bee and all…