In a reflective buzz of harmony, the bees
sung their way through the summer haze.
Buzzing around in idyllic ways.
Nature molded her bees as dazzlingly as her blooms; together they were
the finest of common art.
The bees were as saccharine as
the nectar they looked for - each was the brilliant yellow
of each sunny wander off in fantasy land with
reassuringly dark bands that often confused them