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
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