The Question

The Child asks me,

"which is stronger,

the flower or the bee?"

As if I know.

I wonder for a moment

caught in the question of the innocents.

Which has more power, the plant that can crack

the stone?

Or the gentle bee

dancing among the blossoms,

that owe their

very life to the window pane wing.

When weighing the moment of

of the childs' spring wonder.

I reply as I often do,

"what do you think?"