Bee Stories

Among all the beautiful flowers In the garden of dream land A wildflower... raw one Was hiding in the shades of green. It was me... all alone. Bees were flying by Stinky and clever eye Glistering in dirty greed Scared, buried myself Inside the shell of long sharp thorns Forbidding them to get cozier. A sudden wave of fresh air Passed through me  Confused... I opened up petals You flew by me Made me experience sunshine aga...

I fly by, looking around Searching for the best one You were hiding, in those green shades Your beauty mesmerizes every one Many found you But none dared to near you The thorns are long, sharp enough to free a soul The smell of your beauty lingers in the air Enchanting everyone Killing them sweetly I dared to touch you Least cared about the thorns Bleeding, bruised, I come before you You smile looking at me The pain vanis...

If I was a bee, I'd drink of thee.I'd enjoy your sweet nectarand bumble on my way.I'd come back for moreand more and more,just to bathe in your warmthand be in the presence ofyour sweet, flowery smile.If I was a bee, I'd be addicted to the daisy,the sweetest and most beautiful of flowers.But, alas, I am just meand you are beautiful thee.Still, I bask and enjoy your warmth.You are the sunshine and the flowers,Of my heart.