Bee said to honey, life is fragile
In several ways, it distracts
The end result of my hard work is you
A thick, golden liquid, pure in all sense
Every flower I visit is reluctant to share
You know how many times
I have stolen honey for you
But what you are, I only care.
I pass the nectar to others
To get you finally in honeycomb,
And shows how much I care and love.
And Honey replied, so kind and so thoughtful
All your hard work is sealed in me
I breathe for you and I risk my life for you only
Hard for you to think I don't care.
I do know each of you by your touch
As the river flows, you all flow to me
Like the clouds you gather around me
I unite all of you in one single thread
Yes, I am your final product that you all love.
As the river flows, you all flow to me Like to clouds you gather around me Yes, I am your final product that you all love. Fine piece of writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Keen observation and delightful imagery. A great read!