Blue Fly

While I am on the topic of close-ups, here is one I took in the herb garden at Mount Tomah Botanic Gardens.

Photo: Fly on herb flower, Mt Tomah

Words to walk with:
The Fly by William Blake
“Little Fly
Thy summers play,
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance
And drink and sing
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life
And strength and breath;
And the want
of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.”