The clouds smile brighter every day

Watching the little specks of black and yellow

Go about their way

The aroma of the bee’s nectar

Floats up towards the heavens

And blesses even the evilest spectre

Only man grounded below

Rarely reap joy from the bees

Preferring to steal their precious gold

They wave away the gnats they see

Not recognizing the hard workers

Spreading love, bee by bee