The Family Bee Poem by Amy J Richardson

In a secluded meadow of trees,
In a hive of a quite special kind,
Lives a curious family of bees,
That only the fortunate find.
Not a single bee is the same,
They're all set apart from the rest,
For each must earn their name,
Their very own name in the nest.

Firstly and foremost it's key,
For Bee Happy to always be there,
Delighted and gleeful is he,
Content, as he hasn't a care.
He's grateful for all that he's got,
And it seems to be mostly the case,
That he's so very easy to spot,
With ever a smile on his face.

Next we welcome Bee Kind,
The brother of Always Bee Nice,
They're both of a similar mind,
And all should heed their advice:
To strive to make others feel blessed,
To never act purely of spite,
For kindness is being your best,
And niceness at all times is right.

The next one we meet is BeeLieve,
Who looks to the stars in the sky,
To wonder what she can achieve,
To dream of how far she can fly.
She just needs a smidgen of drive,
And a sprinkle of hope in there too,
And with this she will surely thrive,
Rising high to adventures anew.

Bee Individual is boldly unique,
Though not fitting in very much,
It's about having a bit of mystique,
It's showing that personal touch.
She always shouts up the loudest,
She proves how much she has grown,
She stands out and stands up the proudest,
Even if she is standing alone.

Bee Strong has muscles aplenty,
He often works out at the gym,
Does push-ups, eight hundred and twenty,
And rumour suggests he can swim.
He's toned up to every degree,
Eats bags of spinach each day,
He's an extremely powerful bee,
In the very best possible way.

Next is BeeHave on the list,
He is warned to not whisper a word,
He is scolded for raising a fist,
Told "be seen and never be heard".
But being good is just who he is,
He won't ever stir up a fight,
After all, the choosing is his,
To always be very polite.

We must not forget old BeeMused,
For he's in need of delicate care,
He spends all his days confused,
As his mind is often elsewhere.
When he looks at you over his specs,
He's trying his best to pretend,
That he's not very hard to perplex,
‘Cause he always gets there in the end.

So Bee It counts all as accepted,
And acts with both beauty and grace,
When the plan doesn't go as expected,
She takes life at an elegant pace.
Her one rule is to "let it be so",
So often bees say she's resigned,
But she's known to go with the flow,
Cause she's simply that way inclined.

Second to last is Bee Well,
Who is lucky to have perfect health,
Her goodness has no parallel,
She's thankful for peace and for wealth.
She shares what she can with her kin,
She spreads her love far and wide,
Her wholesomeness comes from within,
And vigorousness fills her with pride.

Finally although she's quite small
She's the finest of books on the shelf,
The most respected bee of them all,
Is the bee that's called Bee Yourself.
Because Bee Yourself is so clever,
And Bee Yourself is so true,
For to be the greatest forever,
Is to be the best version of you.