The bee scares me
To put it quite simply
I fear his bite and sting
I fear the buzz of his little wings
I fear the path he takes when flying
I even fear the nest in the tree
Oh little bee, why do you torment me?
Why is it so hard for me to see
Your polite and solemn working?
How can I escape my fear ensuing
Every time I see black and yellow pursuing?
What is it you wish to tell, little bee?
To not give into fear so easily?
To not let my instinct get the best of me?
What can I learn from your generosity?
You wish for my life to be free
Of terror, fear, and constant worry?
And you wish for me to live so carefree
Much like the life of a kindly bee?
Then so it shall be