The flowers bloom
In the hot summer
Brightly lit up in our eyes
Bees and butterflies wing it
The fruits of their labor
They feel the good life
There is no worrying
They think their world
Living in the hot summer
No predators will knock them out
Leaving them cold like rainy winter
Life in politics
The game of uneven play
The playing of words
The subtle hints of support or betrayal
The political life is a drumbeat of constant looking
Of signs of going off the wrong way
Like the bees and butterflies
The taste of nectar and feeding well
Thinking it is a good life until the predators arrive
Knock them out leaving them cold
Of balancing act of a cycle ride
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