Under the Tree I Watched a Bee Fly By

I watched the spring go by as I sit a side of a tree, but my eyes were fixed upon the striped adventurer bee. It buzzed on honey topped daisies, It mates the flowers for the sticky pollen, It suffera the abusing child whose thrashing arms with fright, It follows back to the top of a bush of wild berries, It buzzes to the honey nest with full of glee and pride. I watched the spring gone quickly by, though I gazed upon the bee I enjoyed the feel of the opening day of liveliness underneath the tree.