Honey, I'M Home Poem by Roger Horsch

Honey, I'm home, says the little bee
as he comes in through the door
We must hide you well within this hive
or, you'll wind up in a store

Your sweetness comes from sunshine
as it shines down on this earth
Every flower gives sunshine back
and, each day we give you birth

Your golden color, your pleasant smell
and, your sweetness all mixed in
To keep you here with us all year
is nothing but a win

So, If your near our hive some day
as it sits within this tree
You will always hear, ' Honey, I'm home '
'cause it comes from every bee