I hear you buzzing
Your tiny hairs so loving
You scour
Eyeing the tastiest wildflower
Not good enough
Going to the next
Finding that good stuff
Putting them all to the test
There it is
The brightest colour
And in a ****
You sit on its collar
Nectar drinking
Easy thinking
Doing your task
No need for a mask
Your buzz fades
Flying away
On a crusade
Into the sunrays
a mere attempt at encompassing the beauty of bees