Bumble Bee Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Bumble bee

Observe the bumble bees,
Fat, chubby, and lazy,
Quiet, slowly, flying,
Penetrate flowers, circling.

They repeat the same thing,
With bushes, more trees,
Feel amazed, keep thinking.

"This is called pollination,
They do what do the pimps,
Matchmakers; matchmaking."

With more time,
Revisit and revise:
"This is a miracle,
Creator? Or nature? "

You name it whatever!

This is not man, science!

It has been forever…
Forever and ever…

Doubtlessly is great,
Must praise miracles!

We, selfish, humans,
Are the bags of nonsense,
Or are filled with science,
Narcissists do claim!

What are we?
What the heck?

Recorders, internet,
And AI, and others,
Are nothing but infants,
Whenever, if compared,
With galaxies, oceans!