Bee-lieve


In the pines, in the pines,
There lived a bee who shivered the whole night through.
His hair was dyed, his enormous size,
Meant he didn’t have to listen to anyone and he ruled his crew,
With fear and intimidation;
He sought to bee the cause of social dysfunction.


The Blues-Bee was hardest to bee seen,
When the moon was up in the sky.
He would move between the shadows unseen;
His reflection cast no light.


No soul, no noise, just endless nights.
No smile, no toys, just one bad idea; it was time to fight.
He had raised a band of blues stingers
And he knew there was only one way; his way.
He couldn’t stand the way others sang;
It was his depressing buzz that made all other bees fly away.


Blues Bee and his gang travelled in search of sound;
They were never happy and travelled under the ground.
The fleas and the Blues Bee travelled with the worms.
The worms would lead the way through all the dirt
And the Blues-Bee would tell them what to do.


He heard a noise, so they burst up through
And appeared at a picnic party birthday celebration.
There was a grasshopper playing the lute
And the Blues-Bee took it away and imposed his condemnation.
Hey give it back!  I built that!
I’m just here to bee with my friends.
The Blues-Bee said nothing; he was a bully
And the lute was never seen again.


Blues Bee jumped down a hole;
The lute he stole was never to bee returned.
The grasshoppers friends said let’s go after them!
But the grasshopper said in the end they will lose
And there is a lesson here to bee learned.


The group they sat and listened to her words;
The rivers flowed through to bee forever heard.
She spoke of peace in a time of conflict;
She taught them how to just move past it.
She taught a generation to see further…
So they named her Lila.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

The Blues-Bee


Beyond the trees, there lives a bee.
He lives alone in a place called Harmony.
He left his hive a long time ago,
When they threw him out for being too cold.
He shivers, so he could never fit in with all the happy warm families,
So one day they said he had to leave
And he has never been seen since.


His time in isolation allowed him to decide what to do;
So he found himself a blue berry or two and now his fur is dyed blue.
He has no friends who are also bees.
He spends his time with worms and fleas,
Because these things they cannot fly;
Blues-Bee protects them from the things upon high.


They all exist together deep in the forest,
Beneath the darkest leaves.  
Blues-Bee says he will never leave.
Blues-Bee has lived in the wilderness for such a long time,
That he can no longer remember what it was like in the hive.
He only remembers the day he left
And all the goodbyes that they never said.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.