Me and the Bee:
In a flower lived a Bee,
Just like any you might see,
When the flower was in full bloom,
The little Bee had lots of room.
But when the flower started to close,
The Bee found nowhere else to go,
So he thought he'd stay inside,
And wait until it opened wide.
But what the flower had in mind,
Was to close then wilt and die,
Only if the poor Bee had known,
He could have searched for another home.
Poor Bee locked in the bloom,
Now his fate lies with the flower's doom.
Not even missed by other Bees,
This Bee makes me think,
He might be me.
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2016
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