Honey Bee

Quietly buzzing ‘round a flower, during sunlight, hour after hour, is the worker honey bee, toiling for the colony. Pollen collecting, nectar too, for so many miles they flew, making honey for the hive, so through winter they survive. They are with me in my garden, and it’s always been presumed, the honey bee does very little, but without them I am doomed. There would be no pollination, and therefore no fruit or seed, so when we’re working side by side, without her toil I won’t succeed. They live and die for their queen; each day, a similar routine, producing wax to hold the brood and royal jelly for their food. So with the humble honey bee, who works for us diligently, lets celebrate for what they bring, and forgive them for their sting.