the queen is always
very busy
breeding
and seldom takes a
rest from her
seeding

if she didn't keep
producing more
bees
there would be few
to pollinate the
trees

her tireless efforts are
rarely if ever given a
thought
yet without her fecundity
no honey could be
bought  

we human beings should
offer our praise to the
queen
as she's never ceases her work
on the propagation
scene

Okay honey
Let's spell pollinate
With a bit of math
Anther + stigma = fertilization
Let's pollinate for a spell
Under the quilt
Then over the river
And through the woods
Without any cover we go
Making babies in summertime
May we reap
What we sow

and we wonder why bees sting

we get a glimpse of a bullet
yellow and black
flying towards us

and we swat it away

maybe that
floating pill you’ve been running away
from since the beginning
of your existence
holds something behind
its bold sunshine and darkness

maybe we should
take some time
to listen to the whispers of
the “horde” of coloured
pebbles raining down

and listen to the
muted flap of their
heart beat of their
wing

and just maybe
just maybe

the bee won’t sting