Wishing he‘d someday reach a flower bed.
Like a butterfly seeking juice to sip,
On knowledge, he keenly wished to be fed.
While many giggled to their hearts’ content
Delightfully basking in ignorance,
He didn’t laze, neither did he relent
For mere survival wasn't his preference.
Used to flowers by color, scent and shape,
He firmly went in search of a host yard.
Flitting over such a vivid landscape
Though predators frequently made it hard.
Flowers blossom under everyone’s nose
But few are thrilled by the sight of a rose.
I am an EFL teacher and a poet specializing in writing Shakespearean sonnets. I have been writing poetry on a regular basis since 2008. I have written over 80 poems so far.