Without the honeybee
The gentle breeze finds no leaves to caress
A quiet morning
When the birds find no trees to perch on
and can not send their sweet melodies

Your lover, your queen
A bouquet of the most fragrant flowers
Her eyes will light up
Her cheeks may rouge
But alas
There are no flowers
You wish to bathe her in milk and honey?
Save nature’s elves

Pollen is not an allergen. It is fairy dust
Some people are allergic to magic

If you fear a soft sting
Come back down to Earth
Respect her children
Sometimes bees are suffocated by our existence