Nature's Creature
The bee staggers,
There are no drawn daggers,
It had had its fill,
All is at its will,
It flutters its wings,
Its song, it sings,
Up it flies,
Another path it plies
There’s a mission to accomplish,
There’s beauty for us to relish.
May 30, 2022.
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