A Solivagant's Shoes

In emerald depths of tropic’s gleam,A Jade Vine, rare and pure, bloomed in silence. Her claws unfurled, a turquoise hue,Awaiting life, a moment of grace. A bee, attracted to her ethereal light,Drifted closer, a mesmerizing sight. He promised nectar, sweet and deep,As she opened her petals from slumber’s sleep. But his love was fleeting, a summer’s breeze,Leaving her heart adrift on restless seas. For in her heart, a world unknown,She bloomed for him, and him alone. Her emerald tears, a silent plea,For love that was, yet ceased to be. Oh, bee, obsessed with beauty and riches, Chasing his new honeyed…