Two Honeybee poems!

By Me

Today I watched the honeybee

Engaged upon his gathering spree

From rose to buddleia he flies

To gather his sweet pollen prize

Darting here and fluttering there

Hoping there’s enough to spare

Betwixt the petals he will dive

Then homeward to his warm beehive

He’s not a drone but worker bee

Serving with the bee army

Toiling most when days are sunny

To swell the stores of wholesome honey

Unstintingly he serves his   Queen

That matriarch so rarely seen

His life has all too short a span

It’s over just days from when began

He’s vital for the pollination

Of the food that feeds the nation

Without his work mankind would famish

Pray God bees stay and never vanish

By AI 

With stripes of yellow, black as night

She flits from flower to flower in flight

Collecting nectar with busy care

To bring back sweetness to her hive to share

Her honeycomb home, a work of art

A marvel of geometry, a testament to her heart

She labors tirelessly, day and night

To store the honey, a golden delight

In summer's warmth, she dances free

A whirling dervish, wild and carefree

Communicating secrets, a language all her own

To her sisters, in the hive, she's known

With pollen baskets full, she returns to the nest

Her honey sac heavy, her task is blessed

She'll store the honey, for winter's chill

A sweet reward, for her labor's will

In the hive, she'll rest, her work complete

Her honey, a treasure, to be savored and sweet

A gift to us, from her busy life

A taste of sunshine, a honeybee's strife.