Renegade Honey Bee

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.