Scent of sweetness in the air,
sinful sip, floral affair.
Nectar oozes sunny light,
liquid dream full of delight.
Sugar petals, soft and bright,
huddled wings will fill with flight.
Bees hum hymns that hug blue skies,
graced by pretty butterflies.
Taste of earth, sun, moon, fresh rain,
hidden life within each grain.
Sugar lingers so divine,
innate gift so pure and fine.
Every drop, a million blooms,
summer’s kiss breathes spring’s perfumes.
Nature’s heart never contained,
treasure found, true love sustained.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Moonwashed Weekly Challenge March 4, 2025
Prompt – Nectar
