Strumming air enriching vision, full on pollen heading back;
Bees antenna are unerring always on their sky-way track,
World within a world their workplace, the link with every living plant
A hive alive was placed in Eden, I never saw; but that's true I grant'
Oxygen flows around the world, everything part or not at all..!
In the scheme of daily life; the Honey bee is there on call.
In pursuit of power & money, man reaps fields right to the edge
Instead of leaving a little spare, for the poor; alien or orphan alive in dread
Mans power to miss-use is fearful, never letting 'well alone.'
Without realising, we are not the (be-all) mankind is but a useless drone.
Copyright © Joe Maverick | Year Posted 2016
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