The Yellow Bee

The yellow bee sat on the tender flowers,
The yellow Daffodils full of happiness.
The alluring flowers which caught sight of ours,
These flowers filled the garden with freshness.

The bee flew to the outlying corner,
Where the black roses were mourning.
They were sulking,
Cause they were ignored by the gardener.
As a consequence, their petals were falling.

The bee went back to the yellow bed,
As all black roses have lost hope.
The yellow flowers smiled and said,
They should not fear the difficulties,
But try to cope.

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