Field of worrisome flowers

Am I doing it again,
watching the bees, not flowers.
Mushing blossomed leaves
perched in sunlight,
interrupting their fall into the glimmer.
Am I not admiring the trees
Look what feeds from its sap.
And when I get too remedied on the fragments, it breaks.

PG

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