Tui in my garden
One is an unfiltered pic and the other an illustration generated by ChatGPT - both beautiful in their own way to my eyes… May you and yours be blessed and you continue to be transparent so the light shine brightly through you illuminating all with joy and wonder :)

The flower opens, the bee it comes,
The bee it comes, the flower hums.
No master plan, no rule, no sum
Just love in motion, wing and drum.
Oh let me live as they have done

The flower opens…
the bee…
it comes.

And who began it? Who can say?
What soul first sang the seed?
Was it the bee who dreamed the bloom,
Or bloom who knew the need?
Perhaps the song was always there,
Unheard by those who chase
But now and then a still one hears,
And walks the world in grace.

The bee, she danced from curve to curve,
A golden thread in flight,
She drank the sun from every pore,
And fed on morning’s light.
No map, no line, no grand design,
Just instinct sure and true
And where she touched, the world grew wild,
And every colour flew.

The flower opens, the bee it comes,
The bee it comes, the flower hums.
No master plan, no rule, no sum
Just love in motion, wing and drum.
Oh let me live as they have done
The flower opens, the bee it comes.

a good lens is useful however some of these are pictures from the public domain and i have been remiss in not recording and acknowledging the photographers - thank you for visiting