I am yellow and my trumpet can be seen for a thousand miles.
Have you seen the sky, so blue with clouds that look like ice cream?
I look to it in the wind as it turns my head
I look to it and ask, why am I?
Why do I exist at all?
Am I beautiful?
Is this my purpose?
I am electric with fear and anticipation as a bee comes near me,
To drink, from my deep throat, the nectar, my own sweet food.
He buzzes round me, his wings stir the air and my petals tremble.
He squeezes his little fat body inside, does he hear my voice,
As I ask him to be gentle?
A world in which I am regarded yet has no sense to me,
Is all about me, all at once, with noise and frustration and fear.
What are these things that fill this world?
They zoom to and fro and yield not to me yet inside there are eyes that bore into me,
And flashing, white smiles of joy. I see them clearly as my sun radiates.
My sun, whose kiss is as gentle as the wind and as soft as the rain that falls to give me life.