Ode to a Bee.
My poems are not poems,
Pure fragrance perfumes the winds,
Hardly a soul notices,
The flower opens.
This is an assemblage I created with a sectioned cardboard box. I added pieces of nature such as pods, dried flower, tiny cones rosehips, etc, and then poured in melted beeswax. I added the snippets of words to form a poem the bee might be saying as he works.