buzzing, whining, beating
the bees flock to the hive
pushing, pulling, shoving
each other they are alive
flying, sitting, coming in and
coming out they make honey
flower to flower they hop and
dance in joy when it is sunny
hurrying, storing, sharing and
fighting bees are born to work
i wonder watching them in the
day what they do when it is dark
Nice observation. beehives are fascinating to watch but they are dangerous to tackle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well crafted pretty poem. Simply awesome....10+++