The Honey Bee(Two) Poem by Charles Garcia

The Honey Bee (two)

While strolling through the woods one day hanging from a tree,
I witnessed a thousand bees or more,
swirling doing as they so please.

Clamoring to get inside a hive that they so designed,
to do what they do best like make a honeycomb,
hanging from a vine.

Their wings, as of fans, a beautiful resonating sound,
“As an Orchestra in fine tuneing, trying to find its key.

I dare not stir, or make a sound or move, let them be.
As how does one defend themselves against a nest of
swarming bees.

August 2006