Come come, said he to her.
Ye read with thine eyes,
And I will wait for thee.
She smiles at him with a delightful reaction.
Come come, said she to him.
Joy and thee art making me
Feel like an understanding spirit,
’cause the bees are the Earth’s essentiality.
The bumblebee is like a sacred one
That would save the pollination’s world
They show you what needs to be done
The way they did to their pollinations
I feel like they are a saviour to our world
They allow for new life, for growth, for reborn beauty.
They do their duty for their colony and for the Earth.
Those hard-working magic-makers,
Spreading hope and potential for dahlias and rosemary–
They truly are divine keepers of the circle of life.
Sweet honey is a bee’s saviour to their taste
And the bumblebee’s sting protects their sanctuary
As well as shielding their clever and beautiful queen
She instructs them to their heaven’s work
For the sake of our life not alone their lives
Inspiration, too, is a bumblebee
Buzzing around one’s head–protecting its kingdom,
Taking flowery thoughts
And transforming them into fruit,
Giving way to seeds that will sprout anew.
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