
I try to make friends with so many of the forest bees
Hoping they won’t sting me when I climb their trees
I do get a bit nervous when they start circling my head
They should know by now I give them nothing to dread
~*~
I’m not sharing any of my collected bees honey
And I’m not gathering it either to make money
I’m storing it for when we’re deep into winter
It’s wise to plan ahead so I’ll always have dinner
~*~
What I am wondering is where do my busy bee friends go
When trees have no leaves and the grounds covered with snow
They tell me they stick closely together in their insulated hive
And I gave out a roar when they said they eat honey to survive
Author Eileen Clark 2022
Very very beautiful poem on bear and bees. Loved it so much. ♥️♥️♥️♥️
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Thank you, happy Saturday!
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I must have been a bear in a previous life.
Love bees and honey!
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Thank you, 🙂 🙂
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A delightful poem and the image is a perfect compliment.
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Thank you Eugenia
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