On a peaceful spring morning

Nothing can be heard,

But the breeze on the trees

And the chirping of the birds
 

Though Flying under the radar

Serving a cause

There is a silent hero

That deserves an applause
 

From the flowers to our toast

To our sticky keys

They have helped us forever

They are the bees
 

A daffodil yellow and a ebony black

Combined with scanning eyes and the wings on their back,

Create a creature that is elegant and nimble

They Fly around about the size of a thimble
 

Though on the other side of a bee there is a sharp point that is dreaded,

And If you are not careful their sting shall be embedded,

But you can hardly call bees evil as they know their rights from wrong,

So if they pack a nasty sting you may have annoyed them for too long
 

But from that painful sting

Comes the downfall of a beloved friend

So look after our lovely bees

As they are something you must defend.

Inspiration by Microcosmic Murmurs #2 Emi Pavlides