Bee Balm

How can something be so good? Yet forgotten! Fragrances that call, Attention to her beauty Growing in the wild. As we pass her by, Without a care, Or a second glance, Not knowing the benefits, She brings, Edible flower and leaves, Soothing in hot water, Drinking or inhaling, Alternative healing, How wonderful a plant, Medicine for life, Magnificence growing, I give her praise, And adoration, She infuses her perfume Garnishing the earth With potpourri, Surely I thought! God must be a woman, So much creational flare, Yes! So clever, Six days she planted The seventh! Drank its tea. Wendy Jae