It is not the bumblebee, that goes unloved or unprivileged. It is the sad circumstances of of his flower brethren That congests his mind with remnants of Regret and despair, Brought on by a chain reaction of Sympathy and compassion. Do the flowers comprehend The plight of the humble bumblebee? He who flies in his aura of sincere concern, For those who he calls friends. Certainly not, For they question the pain his eyes have seen, But certainly not From which it originates.