Buzz Of The Bee

You were at a picnic,dressed in lace.
In this magical,nature place.
The melody of the buzzing bees.

And green,evergreen trees.
The bees buzzed,and the clouds unite.
Picnic on this field and watching the stars at night.

The sound of them buzzing,fuzzes in your head.
It keeps on blurring the negative thoughts in your head.
I wonder,is that sound fallen from grace?

Or is it from an entirely different place?
Is it from an entirely different race?
Or is that a smile on your face?

I have so many regrets.
But when I hear the buzzing of a bee.
I feel happy and set me free.

With yellow,black and white.
They work through day and night.
I know today will be fun.

Because I have no reason to run.
From troubles,nightmares, the buzzing of a bee.
That does not disturb me,but set me free.

If I could live in it just one day.
I would feel happy all the way.
With happy,quiet buzz.

With small,peachy fuzz.
Tiny,small wings.
Body in black and yellow rings.

Those are one of the most precious things.
They make honey,day and night.
Sweet,sticky yellow delight.

And if you ever see a bee.
Tell it hello from me.
Bees are nature's friends.

And they help us make amends.
The image of its tiny wings.
And yellow, black body rings.

As birds chirp and nature sings.
Those are one of my favorite things.
And if I could have my own wings.

And maybe gold jewelry,black rings.
I could resemble a hardworking,queen bee.
One morning,I woke up refreshed.

I got up and got dressed.
I went to check on my black and yellow friends.
And they gave me a jar full of honey.

One that costs no money.
Sweet,sticky yellow honey.
I placed it in my home.

And gave it a taste on my own.
It felt like a golden throne.
Made of magic,yellow stone.

Eventually,I had grown.
And learned to harvest it on my own.
Bees,my childhood friends.

But this is not where our story ends.
We befriended bees and made amends.
With a spoonful of honey in my hands.

I will always remember my yellow and black friends.