While still in flight, the bumble bee,
makes his way from hive in tree
to the flowers that we see
pollinates and then repeats.
While still in flight, the humming bird,
flaps its wings to stay up high,
sipping out the nectar sweet,
wings flap steadily, ceasing not.
While still in flight, my heart must brave
so many solitary, lonely days,
wishing for that special one,
seeking a time for love to come.