The key of life
Is not anyone at all.
Not knowing we learn
Through the yellow and black
Flying insect.

Small but smart as can be.
Teach us lonely uncertain humans.
To go forward but keep routine.

Sometimes our hives have to change.
Flowers come back
But we may always choose different.
Since the flowers do become new.

Let them bloom.
Like babies laughter and the moon phases.
Change is hard, but it's only to
make well and accept.

So like a bee.
The key of life, the busy.
Be thy strong self,
but change blooms into stregnth.

Even in new places
we find out honey.
Even in new places
We find our belonged wanted area.
Notify with a sting.
Life is constantly changing.
If only we could all change,
Accept, and find our true honey anywhere we fly.
Be humble
Like a bee.