Lazily humming, bumbling from flower to flower.
A little here, a little there,
Helpful little worker bees
Collecting nectar for the hive.
Tiny fuzzy bodies landing gently on soft petals
Contented in their chores.
Small wings buzz fast,
Flying many miles to achieve their goal.
When danger threatens,
The humble bumblers transform
From peaceful gatherers
To black and yellow soldiers
An angry swarm, a stinging retaliation.
They protect their queen,
Offering their lives in mindless devotion.
Or is it mindless?
Perhaps they have doubts inside their little bee minds.
Internal struggle; my duty or my life?
I guess duty wins out,
they lay down their lives.
Their delicate bodies rest in the foliage,
The thin lacy wings will no more hum quietly in the sun,
They have made their final journey