I jolt, as a buzzing bee,
Who really isn’t interested in me
Flies rather awkwardly by
Joyful, funny little bees
Riding a rollercoaster summer breeze
I imagine them screaming with joy
They seems to have no sense of direction
But then with meticulous selection
They land on the smallest blossom
Watching their intoxicated dance
I wonder, is it skill or simply chance
That they don’t bump into each other
With their oversized bodies and tiny wings
I realise nature creates such wonderful things
In her own beautiful way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well written love it micron