The Butterfly and The Bee

The Butterfly and the Bee

Upon The bush outside my window,
Beneath the autumn sun;
Branches swaying with the breeze,
Purple flowers all but done.

Upon the branches bowing heavily,
Beautiful butterflies will perch.
Atop those wilting purple blooms
For tasty nectar they will search.

Upon the lively purple blossoms
Enticing all the fluttering;
Another creature in the mix,
The buzzing bee seen hovering…

Upon the bush outside my window.
Two types of flying creatures,
They coexist within their world,
With such different features.

Upon the branches bowing heavily,
My clippers they must chop;
To rid my yard of all the buzzing
The danger I must stop.

Upon the fading purple blossoms,
Quietly lying on the ground,
Gone is danger! Gone is beauty!
The two friends forever bound.