Bending

Lavender boughs bend by bees and the breeze.
I watch a hummingbird hunt for food.
Butterflies float and crash on the air.
The garden teems when I stop to watch.

That lavender is a buffet, and gives itself to all the creatures who need it.
I don’t hear it say - “that’s enough now”,
or - “i don’t have anymore”
And I cannot say it is being taken advantage of.

it offers, and the hundreds flock to the offering.
it gives so much to them, and to me.

Sometimes I can feel used, 
but the lavender is wiser.

I utter silent thanks. No indication of response,
but my gratitude can be my own.
It will continue to pour: nectar, scent, color, and life.
and for now I will learn from it, as I have stopped to watch.

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