I'm looking at a scene
So serene
Where bees and insects are seen
Moving from flower to flower
Each Hour
Passes by
In a twinkling eye
And I don't mind
No traffic noise
The odd birdsong
Breaks the quiet
While I sit and marvel
At nature
Varied
Some pests, some hunted
None unworthy
Part of a process
All have a purpose
Unlike we
Who watch.
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