Bee and Flea and Me

This story was inspired by an illustration from Yelena Wysling, a Swiss artist I follow on Instagram.
​Her work is simply beautiful.

Shelter. © Yelena Wysling 2021. Used with permission.

Here we sit beneath our tree,
​Bee and Flea and me.
Just we three.
Wondering, waiting to see what the day will bring.
A flower blooms. We dive right in.
Pollen covers legs and chins.
The smell is glorious. We all grin.
Bee and Flea and me.
Just we three.
A soft, cool breeze begins to blow.
We hear the trees sing soft and low,
as leaves sway gently to and fro.
Bee and Flea and me.
Just we three.
Raindrops fall but we are dry.
They stop. A rainbow fills the sky.
The colours fill our hearts. We sigh.
Bee and Flea and me.
Just we three.
Standing on the grass so green,
our footprints tell us where we’ve been.
Toes feel cool and fresh and clean.
Bee and Flea and me.
Just we three.
Before we go, in fading light
we thank our tree and hug it tight,
then hug each other with all our might.
Bee and Flea and me.
Just we three.
Turning homeward, hand in hand,
we chat about tomorrow’s plan to sit again beneath our tree.
Bee and Flea and me.
Just we three.
Wondering, waiting to see what the day will bring.

Bee and Flea and Me © Kerry Gittins 2021. All Rights Reserved.