What We Know That Others Dont
Communing with bees,
my soul feels adulation
and harmony reigns.
I adore my bees,
they exude adoration
for me, in return.
The bees and I know
with mutual respect, we
can all get along.
Patience is the key
that unlocks harmony’s door;
then we can walk through.
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