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.
A beautiful poem! A bee's life journey is full of melodies and work of wandering day and night.- wonderful character. 10*10*10*10
Exquisitely sculptured! This poem could have been used as an out-take after the credits rolled in the movie 'The Secret Life of Bees'. One of my friends wanted me to write a poem tributary to the late Bruce Lee to send to Black Belt Magazine...Again, where is your book, my friend? I would buy it! yr friend, claire nzerem
Accolades and recognition is well deserved - what a wonderful write, a proper tribute to our hard working swarms producing liquid gold.
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