Bringing Life

Bringing life to the trees and the flowers that be. I am me, a me you will see. The power I hold. The power of one. The power I hold. The death if I am gone. 

As nature starts to sing, life begins to be. With the break of day, giving way. A swoop and a dart, the day I must start. Awakened to the need, the task to complete. The scurry and scatter, the things that matter.

To and fro, away I go.

Much to do, with little time. Much to do in this survival of mine. Never a smile, yet joy in the heart. Extracting life, a skill that is art.

Floating through the wind, steadfast to win.

The target in sight, the wind I must fight.

Aiming to land, existence in hand.

The garden ahead, a path I must plot. The tik-tok of life, the count of the clock. No pain to feel, the wind to spare. Floating me through, the coolness of air. I hover; I dip. I drink; I collect. To gather what I need with zero regrets.

I am but a flea, floating in the sky. Silence my stealth, never provoking an eye. The critters below, moving about. Never suspecting the life I bring, as I scurry about.

Humming away, with no worries about prey. Determined to complete the work of the day. A well-placed sting, a warning to leave me be. As you see, it's the power within me.

Red one, blue ones, what to choose. Not any worries, work I must do. A bounce here, a bounce there. Filling my eyes, food everywhere. To miss more than sin, the pollen that is within.

The nectar is sweet, the joy to share. The rhythm of work, a cycle so fair. I zig, I zag, without any care. My tiny body, racing through the air. 

No pause in flight, no time to stay. Gathering the food of life, I am on my way. No distance too far, no distance too near. The smell of life, calls me to come near. 

The sweet nectar of the petals; I wish I could stay. The work I do, the work of the day. Petal to petal, I bounce about. In and out, helping my hive out. Not a worry how long this will take, survival of life is what's at stake.

Through the garden, through the air. The whisper of life, a life I spare.

The joy of work, work that is mine. The dance of survival, the art of disguise. This skill is mine, the skill to be. In a smooth motion, a motion I am free. 

My vision never blurry in the hustle and the hurry.

In nature to nurture, weaving my legs like a suture. Petal to petal, I bounce; I am free. Thoughts of the now, not of the future. No worries in mind, no worries to be. The survival of life you will soon see.

Returning home, the hum of the hive. Feeding the many, determined to survive. A tunnel of warmth, where life does flow. The feeling of many, the knowing of know. 

The queen's demands, the work at hand. One by one, we do as she commands. Our duty to help; our mission is clear. Bring life to the world, or death will appear. A force in harmony, we work as her army. Never a grumble, fulfilling our duty.

Among the many, I am one. The need for me is never done. The importance of me, as you can see. The joy of all, the joy of me. Living the life, I am sure to be.

Back to the garden, a garden I see. There, awaiting my arrival, a petal that be. Softness in the day, the beauty I see. Greeting me with love, releasing life. I roll around in the nectar, my heart filled with delight. 

Darting in and darting out. Nectar I gather, rolling about. 

My movements never slow as I zip in and out. No sight of danger, no worries that linger. 

As I gather, as I be. The wonder and skill that which is me. The life I create, the life at stakes. The need for rounds which I must make.

With a swoop and a swat, a human attempts to take me out. A lack of understanding, what my skill is about. Do they not see, do they not know? Without me, the flowers won’t grow. Without me, the fruits won’t bear. Without me, the earth laid bare. The essence I deliver is the essence I bestow. Without me, a life they will never know.

The proof I am smart with each dodge and dart. A dance of wits, I have to admit. No time for this, no war to start. Gathering the nectar, the day did start. The to and fro, I must go. The fight to be, the need to go.

Back out to life, a venture I roam. More flowers to see as the sun sets its glow. The power of me, to feed more than I can see. 

Rolling around, life is what I am about. Dodging a swot that could take me out. 

Returning home, the hum of the hive. Pollen in hand, the proof I survived. The adventure of one, the work to be done. 

Survival of life, the skill that is mine. The joy I bring, that which is life.

The skill of me, the life you see. The power of me, need you see. To and fro, away I go. One of many, that breathes life that grows. Death knocks if I'm not near. A life I ask that you consider to spare.

I am the bee. I am the life you need. More capable of things, than the sting you see. I bring life to life, that needs to be. One of many, as you see. I am the life you need. I am the power of me.

I am the bee. I am the life you need. The scurry and scatter of the things that matter. Bringing life to the trees and the flowers that be.