Wordsworth Parody !

I walked alone, head in the clouds,
Along country lanes, quiet and still,
While purposely, I, avoiding crowd's,
I continue walking on until,
Sat in that lane, beside copse of tree's,
A beehive, enswarmed by honey bee's.

They fly around, in bright sunshine,
They sleep all night, work most of day,
Into their hive they fly in line,
Commitment to their hive they pay,
Hundred's, did I see, at one glance,
Buzzing around, their worker dance.

Beyond this copse, in field's of daff's, where they
Can harvest nectar, in full company,
Thousands of bee's make honey every day,
In joint well ordered productivity,
With awesome gaze, as I just watched and thought,
What great beauty, Mother Nature has brought.

On my settee I often lie, 
When I'm in sombre, thinking, mood,
Recalling this in my minds eye,
As I lay here in solitude,
Those pleasures I re-call and see
Those flight's of worker bumblebee's !