Swarming Bees Poem by Billy Loving

Lucid eye that sees
The swarming of the bees
Buzzing fills the breeze
Their wings blur the vision of the trees
Darkening the sky
As another passes by
Looking all around
Crawling on the ground
All sanity ceases
As their number increases
Totally surrounded
By accident, I found it
Hundreds, thousands, maybe more
Their colors, I adore
All so surreal
No stinging I feel
Just a fanciful dream
As stunning as it may seem