With the freedom of an outlaw,
bees to whom earth
is but a benevolent garden
and what matters
purely honey furnished interior,
swarm hive in fragrant peasant tree
or even in fetid city refuge.like rain,
bees make no distinction and
brew for anyone.seeing darts as opportunity
of silent service, they
buzz wing far inside the brewery of the pollen
to freight back
that which could sweeten what is bitter in man.
bees make no distinction and brew for anyone.seeing darts as opportunity of silent service Service brings honey for the bitter life.
A recent book (Botany of Desire) on plants suggests that by making themselves useful to human beings certain plants have developed a great strategy for ensuring their own survival. Certainly bees fit nicely into this category as well. To bee sweet in this sense though is certainly not Love or indeed service, just a variation on survival of the fittest! Ha! I like the poem though.
A bee is a Gardner of mother earth, this poem is a beautiful ode to one of natures most coveted children. Bless you for this wonderful poem
Mr. BOGUS, how come you always get it right every single time!
Such sweet little creatures, I like the experience your poem gives of being a bee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every line is out standing with beauty and richness of an intelligent write....very inspiring poem...thank you for sharing this wonderful work here sir