Bees

Antenna burning from red flowery scents Bees, the epitome of hard work, rise early for fresh harvest A radiant sunflower waves in the garden to welcome the workers To yet another day full of sunshine and sweet nectar Purring in a war like dance, they fill paws with pollen In a buzz and merriment disguising the journeys Of labor upon the wings of a tiny insect The chain of life comes together to a picnic In flowing gowns of yellow and black In a stretch of African woodlands Under skies, along riverbanks Lament not the displeasure of a sting Be grateful for juicy oranges and wild berries Whose flowers conceive from bee dance on gay petals Tire not from the buzz It‘s the nature of life If you do, soothe your nerves With the fragrance of wax That rides upon the breeze From the picnic of bees 27/09/2016