The Beehive

Written by: Ronald Karzmarczyk

                                                     The humming of the bee, 
                                                     as he buzzes around me;
                                                     then he darts to the rose,
                                                     off to the violet he goes;
                                                     darts here and darts there,
                                                     has no worry or no care;
                                                     collects nectar on his way,
                                                     only work and no play;
                                                     makes it to his bee hive,
                                                     with nectar to keep alive;
                                                     feeds the queen a special mix,
                                                     forever brew not a quick fix;
                                                     a healthy hive with no ills,
                                                     always buzzing till winter chills.