HE CAN'T SEE THEM HAPPY.

So the devil's job is to spend time making bees and flowers angry with each other!  Wow.  Who would have thought it!  Thank you for telling us.  

And thank you for telling me that this is what you understand from this poem.

Why is it not a legitimate understanding?  You do portray the devil spending his (presumably valuable) time doing something fairly trivial,  and then instead of testing or sowing disruption among human beings, goes back to hell, don't you?  And why, if you were trying to say something else, let alone something that was in any way profound, did you not make it clear that that was your intent?

The flower asked
about her love
and where
it should be given.
"Let's see.
To bee
or not to bee?",
she said
and then cried out,
"Not him,
the lout!
I've heard
that he's
a faithless bug!
My heart by him
is riven. Oh!
He's very much
bedeviled me
I hope that he's
made meals
for birds
or that his pants
become
up filled
with ants!".

P.S.  Anyone who doesn't see the profundity of what is said here, and the fine theological truths that stand behind it,  lacks poetic imagination.

There was a “Once”    
when the majestic prince of all the bene elohim,  
that is to say, the one who held the office of accuser  
of bad men,    
was asked by God to tell  
what he’d been up to recently.  
 
The Satan then replied,    
“Oh, I’ve been spending all my earthy moments  
making little bluebell flowers angry    
at a bee”.  
   
And when HaShem seemed  vexed  
with this brief answering  
and said how much endeavors to make  
flowers sin (supposing that they could)  
was like a dog’s harsh barking hour on hour  
at squirrels seated in the branches of a tree -  
a  silly effort and a waste of precious time  
that should be aimed at other tasks  
like testing sons of Adam so to see  
the nature of their faithfulness
to his commandments, his decrees,  
the Satan then replied  
“Perhaps I have mistaken  
what the job was that you set me out  
to do.  
   
I thought,  I swear by ...  You,    
that breeding jealousy among  
your good creation’s lesser things  
was most specifically  the apostolic end  
toward which your Holiness    
commissioned me?  
   
Ah hell.

This is how it always happens, Joseph.
Silvertongues divide and conquer.
:)

Very dear Boyana?
Do you accept me as a friend?

I already consider you a friend! :))

I am very glad to hear it, and a good Christian friend, who can't tell lies.