the bee

the winged smith,
not owner but
honey maker,
nature's henchman,
selfless service, its creed,
has
Cares many but hours of toil few
and fewer the means
to keep the earth alive
and yet honors the great task
of carrying life forward.
Loyal to swarm life, and
to what is it born for,
droning
as an energy, interacts
with another force- the tassels
and carries out
the process of creation
and through a swap
of nectar and pollination,
conceive
what man's higher
consciousness
needs-spiritual honey
from thorns and thistles
of the daily business
of living.



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Written on 2026-08-31 at 04:49

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This has an interesting structure. Where would we be without the loyal bees? Ecosystems and world markets would collapse.
2026-08-31