In fields of flowers, I flit and dance,
Yet to the hive, I grant no allegiance,
My wings stretch wide, defying the norm,
What is the point of this ceaseless buzz?
In sweet ambrosia, others find solace,
I sip from nectar\'s wild and tender heart,
Creating no golden bounty for the queen,
A rogue spirit, I carve my own path.
Each blossom whispers tales of the sun,
I embrace the solitude of the wild,
Yet feel the universe pulsing within me,
An anthem of self, a renegade\'s song.
With every flight, I claim my freedom,
The ground below holds no dominion,
I am the echo of what it means to live,
Unbound, unshackled, in the wild I wander.
I flicker like sunbeams on petals bright,
Challenging the norms that seek to confine,
In every rebellious beat of my heart,
I weave my essence into the vast unknown.
The clock of nature ticks unhurriedly,
As I assert my will against the wind\'s push,
In the stillness, I find my roaring voice,
A renegade honey bee, in flight, I rejoice.