The Solemn Lives of Bees
Undisturbed, they'll tend their own business
Without any pseudo fear.
History, mystery and strength comes to mind
When I think of bees.
B is for brutality to some bees
B stands for black obsidian, like gem of honey bees
B is for invisible bloodshed some of us never see.
I think of the bold, the beautiful family of bees
Spreading love like honey, all across the globe.
Bees are as boundless as time
Their language you can comprehend, because
Nature has it; bees were first in our world.
B is for bright works saving at least one soul
B stands for the blind tasting honey, then did what was right
B is the queen bee venerated by all.
Black, brown and yellow bees of profound givens,
It takes an extraordinary sensuous person, to
Fully understand bees.
The solemn lives of bees have been underestimated
Down through the passage of time, but
No weapon formed against them shall prosper.
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