Val Doyles Poem.

Because it is a celebration of warm weather to come, and it is nature in all her glory. But most of all it is when the bee makes love to his rose and feeds all of creation with the dance of time.
Come bee come dance my rose, she is waiting for you, and we are grateful….:)
Rainbow Rose from South Africa

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