The Honeybee on a Cloudy Day
Why must I toil all
day long with
No rest and no
reprieve?
Is there never a time
for idleness
And the joy of the
swaying tree?
Said the buzzing
little bee
The sun comes up the
sun goes down
Sweet proof of my
labor is stolen from me
In cups and jars of
golden light
Yet I cannot help but
love
The bright petals
that beckon to me, softly
So it must be,
whispered she
I’ll disappear one
day you’ll see!
They’ll wonder what
has become of me
Those thieves that
smash my home
I’ll renounce making
love from stem to stem
Said the buzzing
little bee
No more will I light
upon blossom
Spreading life from
tree to tree
Only in complete
darkness
Will my masters be
able to see the beauty
Of what I’ve done for
them selflessly!
So it must be,
whispered she
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