Bees...
awaken from their slumbering hive
with the warm winds.. billowing to their taste
softly gliding over their golden backs
shaking them gently awake
the smell of pollen upon the air -
blooming flowers, laden neighborhood trees
soft petals – already fallen... like a lightly dusting snow
upon the most emerald grass – as the days grow warmer
humming down their path, deeply within their chests
humming, humming, humming...
to the nearest flower – to brush their legs
until sacs are full – their legs budging with orange pollen
until they can carry no more -
and must find their lumbering way to the hive
with a meal in their palms...
and the smell of honey rich in the air
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