Dancing a Breeze Like a Rose Petal

I one day encountering a blooming rose Witnessing it's pollen being suckled upon By a common worker bee I pondered what common threads weave a webb Was he or i in fact really that different or both similarly and familiarity in reverse He a bee working in order of servicing a queen much like i bound to a birth certificate But at least that bee though as small and insignificant as he was never knew he was At least the honey he got to suckle on was sweet As apposed to the bitter bullet lemon pills we humans are force to diet and feast upon This i thought one day and time in my life Whence stopping by to take in and smell the roses Only then to be stung by that very same bee And to realise though my pain may subsidie That sting has cost that bee his life And i wondered if he had a wife and children and who will tell them Sorry your husband and your father's dead He died a soldier's death just another casualty of war Trying to protect the hive and the lives of the one's he loved and held most dear Merely another undervalued working class hero wearing a crown of thorns to tribute a poem about We failed to mention or crow about aghast of his or her contribution to history