Toiling Hard For Eating Raw

Everywhere we were, we were in the mood of seeking eyrie At times, life’s roses and prickles prerequisite no banana The forest accommodates amazing trees and flowers pulpit In the sun, the minds are working hard and none is in bikini No flower’s free of five bee visitors until you see the moon Geckos game in the forest doesn’t interrupt bees work song Monday, bees sit on flowers in sun colleting pollen in tandem Emergency tasks help make sweet honey without burgle Randomly all bees are at work and sweat red like a porter Anytime honey will feed everyone and the queen alpha When it’s night bees are sleepless for toiling hard plow Poem by Mugisho N Theophile