I have a life
Be it puny and small
But a life it is
I give it my all
Buzzing around
Searching for what I need
The hive it needs me
This tiny old bee
I’m always searching
Looking for sparks
Dazzling lights
Delicious delights
I carry on my legs
Flying up high
I see my busy home
Thousands are my brothers
They wizz on by
Working hard for our mother
Day in and out
We go on our work
Never stopping to rest
Until it is our time to go.
Our one true danger
Is tall and frightening
Swatting and yelling
Can’t reason with em’
Can’t ask em’ why their angry
The hardest part is when we are tired
Resting on the ground
Seeing a shadow and then nothing
Smashed flat into the ground
This is our worst nightmare
Other then lack of water
Dehydration mixed with humans
Grants death and nothing better
But I’ve met a human
That was once kind and led me to drink
I thought I was a goner
But it held me and helped me rest
I kissed its hand before I flew away
Wondering at my sweet luck
When I got home no one believed me
A myth is all it is now
But it happened and I am thankful
Though I hear of the deaths of my brothers
The horror never stops
Gone by the hands of screaming humans
I wonder if the monsters are scared?
But that’s nonsense
Because how could that be
That a big gangly human
Could be afraid of a tiny guy like me?
Since I was a little girl my dad taught me to love all of God’s creatures no matter how small. Bees are the one bug that can harm me that he taught me have full tolerance for. I’ve held them in my hands and saved some of them from death. I have also been stung on my hand and on my belly. I’m lucky I am not allergic. I know that many are allergic and can’t help their reaction to bees, but this is just a product of what I have always felt towards them. I’m sad I haven’t met many who have felt the same.
-Till next time!