Morning Bees Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

In the early morn sipping tea
I watch a swarm of browny bees
Flitting from flower to flower
Hanging in the air careless and free

I watch them sipping honey
Beating their wings and fly away
Towards the side the wind goes
May be to take rest on stakes of hay

I watch them returning one
By one with a humming sound
Some swing sitting on petals
Some perch on grass on the ground

As the sun goes high up
They go into branches and hide
Holding the empty cup to
Get ready for my work I go inside