Satisfying Drone of a Bee On a Summer Day

she has a lazy way about her there is a droning that puts me almost to sleep her steady buzzing brings my eyes to the monarch sitting on the next marigold. there is a peacefulness about her she lulls me into a contented feeling I watch her burrow into a burgundy hollyhock They are both fuzzy The hollyhock accepts her gladly the droning is almost silent I struggle to hear her and am rewarded with a visit from a fairy in the form of a tiny light blue butterfly flitting and frolicking it is more than enough to satisfy me