I’m the movement of clouds, the love of the trees, the air through the window, abettor of bees
The waving of wheat fields, a gift to the sea, the uplifting of birds, the breeze on the lea.
I am kin to the ripples, a friend to the flowers, for I give them pollen, and send to them showers.
I am all of these things, so now, can you guess? I am the wind, that on hot days you bless.
Poem by The Daughter
Homeschool poetry inspired by Grammar of Poetry, Roman Roads Press
3 thoughts on “The Abettor of Bees…”
Love your poem! It looks AND sounds easy and breezy!
Love that photo. So pretty!