Everywhere we were, we were in the mood of seeking eyrie
At times, life’s roses and prickles prerequisite no banana
The forest accommodates amazing trees and flowers pulpit
In the sun, the minds are working hard and none is in bikini
No flower’s free of five bee visitors until you see the moon
Geckos game in the forest doesn’t interrupt bees work song
Monday, bees sit on flowers in sun colleting pollen in tandem
Emergency tasks help make sweet honey without burgle
Randomly all bees are at work and sweat red like a porter
Anytime honey will feed everyone and the queen alpha
When it’s night bees are sleepless for toiling hard plow
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Categories:
colleting, analogy, work,
Form: ABC