
I sit in the sun
Sipping lemon and ginger with honey
Surrounded by the scent of lemon blossoms
A bee comes
And sits on my thumb
I ponder
What does it mean to be indigenous to a place.
I sit in the sun
Sipping lemon and ginger with honey
Surrounded by the scent of lemon blossoms
A bee comes
And sits on my thumb
I ponder
What does it mean to be indigenous to a place.