The fair moon bathes the night scene,

Pouring her soft light down on the open trees.

There flies the battered yet proud phoenix,

And higher still, the solitary bee.

The solitary bee descends,

Avoiding the smooth-surfaced lake nearby,

And lands on a cape jasmine.

To that cape jasmine, the bee remarks, “Hi.”

But the cape jasmine remains voiceless,

Unbeknownst to the solitary bee

Whose life has been cut short

After becoming the phoenix’s feed.

 What voice the cape jasmine could’ve manifested

 Had it more time with that solitary bee.