Spring of the Lost Colors

From mistakes I am learning,

said the bumblebee that fell from its flight

and drifted on the river,

with its broken wings

and its face full of pollen that

barely transformed into honey for

its survival...

Nature is also like this...

that's why with time the branch broke

that held the joy of those

marvelous flowers.

My hands are eternally grateful

for the aromas of the spring flowers

that supported the bees

so they could fly to other suns

in search of their destiny.