Values in Honey
You ever wonder why something is the way it is?
Or why there might just be one head honey bee in charge?
Someone at the center, the core,
Keeping everyone busy working but just managing to survive
My father is a honey bee,
He might not be the honey, maybe just the bee
Mysterious young fellow
Dedicated to his family
Controlling everything going on
But still surviving
He is not a head Honey bee
Because he does work
I think I'm one of his helper bees though
Something about the way I work
Just too similar to him it could make me smirk
I drive my self down to things just as he does
He listens understands and reiterates something like a musical sound
You might just think he understands you
He pushes me to extend way beyond what I think I can do
He is my bestfriend just as my uncle Thomas was to him
My father understands me
And loves me all the same.
He works so hard to keep his lovely honey home just sane.
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