A poem

My garden is full of flowers,
they dance a graceful waltz
with the breeze, with butterflies
most of all with bees
Flowers dance in sunlight
flirting with music unseen,
listen, you hear it, will-o-wisp
pollen gathering meanwhile
How much sunlight is contained
in that small drop of dew?
gleaming so brightly, beaming
on the leaf below the bloom