Bees offer honey Far more readily Than they sting. I’ll offer my love Far more readily Than my hate. The honey bees give us, It’s quite a treat, Don’t you know? The love I could give you Would last for years, Never losing its spark. Though bees can be deadly, Their stings hurt real bad, But it’s all in self-defense. I too, can be deadly, If you’re toxic or dishonest, But it’s to shield myself. Bees offer honey, I offer love. Bees can sting, I can damage. I am like a bee, I’ll be sweet Until you’re not.

“Bees offer honey more than they sting!” “People with good hearts get hurt the most!” “It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t. _MY_ fault!” If a bee stings you then dies, whose the real victim? You turned down the honey and hurt that bee’s feelings. Does them bringing you pain make their death not in vain? Or did they overreact and die as consequence? You just don’t like honey… So what was the big deal? The bee thought a good heart automatically came healed. When did being sweet mean to reject reality? When did hearts become too good for boundaries? What the bee didn’t know is no one owed it anything. The pain could be personal but find the lesson and proceed. Don’t become bitter. Ignore the urge to sting. Staying alive is a responsibility. It just is what it is, and self sabotage isn’t how a heartbeat should end.

Bees offer honey far more readily than they sting. The choir’s chats about dinner far more readily than they sing My mothers offers her hands to hug far more readily than to slap Peasants offer bread far more readily than the king Royalty offers forgiveness far more readily than the sling The point is we sing Far more readily than we scream Who people are is not what they seem We are kind and loving and offer ourselves readily With honey and talk and bread and things Like bees offer honey Far more than they sting

Bees offer honey far more readily than they sting, You say as we watch Their fuzzy bodies flit from flower to flower In the same clover. _Trifolium repens._ They’re not native though nothing in our yard is. The bees don’t care, The same way we extend our soft skinned arms Through the blackberry thickets With the juice of our labors to show, When we come back out. I get older, my skin’s not so soft, Not so smooth. But the bees will still nap In the bindweed (_Convolvulus arvensis_), butts up Sprinkled with the pollens of their labors.

Bees offer honey far more readily than they sting People must rather dance and sing Just like the bees We like to float among the breeze Although some are scary Many others are quite merry Just like the stingers wrath There are bad people along your path But just like the honey sweet There’s better people you will meet More people will help you on your feet Than will revel in your defeat Just like the bee As you see People are sweet as honey And it doesn’t cost money The goodness in their soul Fixes the evil toll For like the bee Good people are meant to be

Bees offer honey far more readily that they sting. like a wasp with the sting they bring, Powerful and long lasting. The bees could not compete with losing a life As it is for the queen just like a knight In medieval time knights would put their life to the fight. Soldiers that useto be farmers and workers fighting for kings and queens put their life on the line at any means. Just with a sting a bee loses its way, so down they fall victim to their ways.

Bees offer honey far more readily than they sting They fly about our heads buzzing in hopes they can sing They help create such colorful beautiful flowers Always with the help of others And some rain showers It should be known that bees are our very special friends Without them who knows how far we’d transcend Bees will always offer us honey no matter what But If we choose to ignore them we’ll surely be left in a rut

Bees offer honey far more readily than they sting Heroin was the honey and death was the sting Play the game of chance and you will one day be stung. It’s simple probability and he was second to none He was no fool because he actually won this game Because he wanted that sting far more than the honey.

Bees offer honey far more readily than they sting But what we take far outweighs what we bring Basically the situation is only as rigged as we say Be careful, your words become your reality today Born again, your efforts impact the outcome Beloved there’s no prize for playing dumb Barely a cure for thinking small Boldly claim your spot and stand up tall Between the cradle and the grave a heart beats Blink and it’s gone, a game that no one cheats Break all the rules, just remember to live Believe in more for you, just remember to breathe

Bees offer honey More readily than they sting Honey is the source Of all things that seem to be Wonderful being a bee Tessa🦋