I AM A BEE!

In the Spring and Summer, you’ll find me around,

Even In the Fall, I am found.

Flying and buzzing Is not the only thing that I do,

My love for making honey Is so very true.

My quest is not to sting, though my reputation Is this,

Just like you, to survive and be left alone Is my wish.

Many cousins’ to me In this world,

Different are they, this I will say.

They all slap at me, run away, and scream,

If only I could laugh then they would hear me.

What frightens’ them, I’m so small you see,

I’m tiny, I’m fragile, I’m only a bee.

Keith Garrett