Bzzz-Bzzz-I hear him

long before

I see him.

I even know what 

he’s doing ,before

I see him.

There he is

A golden blur

Of wings and movement.

Moving faithfully

from flower

to flower.

He doesn’t waste time.

there is important 

work to do.

If only I had half 

the energy,

I say.

But what would

I do 

with it.

Would I labor without

lunch break – finding

nectar in each crevice?

Would I be 

so one-pointed

as he?

A bee is wonderful- 

he has no question

about his life.

And we, what is our duty?

what nectar do we 

store in the hive?