I saved, from death, a bee today
sure drowning was it's fate;
the clock was quickly ticking
and soon 'twould be too late.
The creature floated helplessly,
as I did chance arrive;
just seconds from oblivion,
and loss to mother hive.
I lifted him so gently
to ease his suffering,
so close to death he didn't
even own the will to sting.
I laid him down upon the ground
and watched him all the while,
then saw a tiny movement, and
my face began to smile.
So soon did he recover that
I marvelled at the show
of brave determination
to live, and not let go.
And so my bee pulled through,
then slowly buzzed along his way -
and I, with spirits lifted,
continued with my day.
(Written May 2015)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Saving a bee from death still expresses the kindness for creatures. Very wonderfully drafted and shared.