The Solemn Lives of Bees

Undisturbed, they'll tend their own business Without any pseudo fear. History, mystery and strength comes to mind When I think of bees. B is for brutality to some bees B stands for black obsidian, like gem of honey bees B is for invisible bloodshed some of us never see. I think of the bold, the beautiful family of bees Spreading love like honey, all across the globe. Bees are as boundless as time Their language you can comprehend, because Nature has it; bees were first in our world. B is for bright works saving at least one soul B stands for the blind tasting honey, then did what was right B is the queen bee venerated by all. Black, brown and yellow bees of profound givens, It takes an extraordinary sensuous person, to Fully understand bees. The solemn lives of bees have been underestimated Down through the passage of time, but No weapon formed against them shall prosper. *