Bee Kind

'Oh hello there Bumble, bumble, Mr.bumblebee, let me get you a drink do bees like water or iced tea? You do look very tired Mr.bumblebee. Why don't you fly away? Is it true bees make honey? Here let me help you i'll lift you... Ouch!Ouch!Ouch! Mr.Bumblebee I thought we were friends, why sting me?' Sweet little girl I meant to hurt you not, but I can carry on no longer and this ground is burning hot. Everything was blurry I couldn't fly straight, I kept hitting walls of black in truth i've lost all faith. Our queen has found death my brother gone too, my body is burning red my bleeding heart is blue. Brave little girl such pain you have eased, in sleep i'll find peace dream of flying in a breeze. Just one little favour my kind little friend, please look after my flowers or disaster may descend.