A Buzzing Bee
I saw a busy bumblebee,
Grazing on the dew,
It buzzed from flower to flower
Of red white and blue.
Collecting golden nectar
from the stem of every bud,
which one day would be honey,
at least I think it should.
The Sky was an azure blue,
Below the fields were green,
The clouds were white as snow,
Reflected in a nearby stream,
It was peaceful,
And yet the woods all around
Was noisy and calming,
With nature's wonderful sound.
I walked down a track,
Back to the car,
Someone had left the gates all ajar,
Very naughty I thought to myself.
There were sheep,
And a farmer mad as a judge,
Because all of his sheep,
just would not budge.
It did not take him long to rally,
And the head count,
Also seemed to tally,
The baby lambs were bleating,
I used a nearby rock for seating.
What a wonderful life
we have in nature,
Next time I think,
I'll take the wife,
This place could do
with a little strife.
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