The bee works profusely
on the flower pollen
an abundance of food
nature is calling
Moving quickly
across the landscape
singing a song of joy
soprano and bass
Joined by others
fertilizing trees and plants
taking time in a group
to perform a dance
The journey continues
till the task is done
enjoying each moment
sparing none
The fruit of this labor
will soon be seen
fruit on the trees
the work of the bee
Scurrying to safety
back in the hive
honey is made
product of the bees being alive
Meditation over
profusely nourishing to my soul
grateful for the bees
young and old
copyright 2018 Debbie Pierce
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beautiful poem..an ode to honey bees.
Thank you.
Loved the lines “singing a song of joy, soprano and bass” I can close my eyes and hear the hum.
Thank you. The bees do hum a beautiful song. Thanks for reading.
Great post. Thank you.
Thank you.