Wednesday, 24 July 2013

Bee poem

You don't move, you don't breathe
The heat has been too much
I watched you struggle from flower to flower
Into every bud, I thought you must rest a while
But the bee does not stop
I watched you drift in the air, your wings look heavy now
I watched you fall, to the ground. I watch you die upon the ground

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