Bee Beauty

The sky is pale as a dandelion, my blood is red

as the heart you place on my chest, to revive

me from all the sadness that swarmed around

me; like a hive of disturbed 🐝 with no smoke

to calm them.

Bees fly high with no care in the world until

you disturb them; then it’s a attack of the bees

and they will not stop until you are no longer

living. They thrive off air exhaled during you

last breath.

You see all living things have a turning point,

only time will tell once that point has been

reached.

Be careful even organisms attack at a certain

point like the bees that swarmed you for

disturbing their honey.

Keep you hands, feet and other objects to your

self is the motto; but as humans we can’t; we

have to disturb things.

Fly bees, fly you have no worries I will let you

be as the bee you are. Pollinate the flowers,

and rebuild beauty, create precious golden

honey.

I see the beautiful flower that you help

reproduce and give life to the earth. I think to

my self what a wonderful world these little

creatures help make beautiful.

Don’t strike my little friend you have no

worries with me, I only long for you beauty.

No need to strike and emit a light sent

undetected by the human nose,

for reinforcements to strike me down until I’m

a breathless, lifeless, soul.

Fly bees, fly high and proud.