Vespine

Standing tall along the mountainside I felt the Earth's art How I watched- as a bee Glid alone at the top I wondered If it were aware Of all that was out In the view of the skyline That peered all around Then I watched sprouted flowers Shine pink through the trees- A bright blip of color in a dark field of green Altogether, unaware Of how brightly they stood Or perhaps I was unaware Of the mountain's design Perhaps what was art Came from inside Perhaps it was the base That made the top shine