The sun forgets to shine some days The clouds forget to rain The flowers yearn for new ways to make sweet life from pain. Fragrance sets as scents are sent through beautiful bouquets. The nitrogen that came and went has laughed, has wept, through seasons of ballets. I long for nectar— saccharine in all her sweet delights. By moonlight, her syrup glistens: a tantalizing sight. Like a bee, I dance to scream for ambrosial dreams tonight. But I will never laugh again unless I see what's left unseen.