Tuesday, January 25, 2011

the bee

Humming around in the air
Flying about everywhere

It lives to let itself go
And has stripes only its kind can show

Attracted to the scent of fruits and flowers
Its face will be shown only during daytime hours

Gardens, fields, and skies blue
Your only concern is if it will follow you

Hexagon shapes all hidden in a dome
The only place that it will ever call its home.

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