Nature's Dance

Such nectar a beheld treasure
Floating eyes do for flowers seek  
The blood for which both competing.

The heart of life knows no measure
Blossom pierced by pointed beak
Rhythm made from both wings beating.

It sips upon sweet pure pleasure
And shares a kiss, though neither speak
Midst embrace of two souls meeting.

The moment exists in leisure
In Absence of anything bleak
But like everything else; fleeting…

Throughout nature’s mighty expanse
The birds and flowers play this dance.