Whirring engine churning and intense,
attacking and attracting, darting, roaming,
soaring and buzzing flower-flyer!
She brings stings and brilliant things,
a pirouetting pirate in creation's dance!
She stores a golden sweetness
in a web of dripping delight!
Bee brings both a savor succulent and
the stinging pain of her penetrating poison.  
But without this rose-and-thorns creature,
without this death-and-resurrection bee-ing,
We do not taste the joy of nature's nectar!
Oh, exquisite Bee, make my heart your hive!
I pray your splendid industry to penetrate
me, under the skin, to infuse my sanguine veins
with your honey-suckle life!