The Honeybee
she flies and floats
and carries out every job she knows she needs to do.
she flies and floats
not asking questions, or asking for any more.
she flies and floats
wondering if there is anymore out there,
besides the day in, and day out,
routine and repitition.
she flies and floats
waiting for the day when she walks on two legs,
standing tall and proud.
she flies and flats
knowing she will be her own beekeeper.
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