A Bee I Once New
Where I began at the beginning of a year
Was a patch of grass
And a heart of fear
A bee I once knew
but not all that well.
She would whiz by
But I could never tell.
But then one day she came around
Bringing pollen with her into
And she, the queen, was crowned
Flowers bloomed in the meadow of me
Some were vibrant and fleeting
Others dull and empty
More and more to come as I am greeting
Meadows change in a blink of an eye
A year? Far longer than the life of a fly
They buzz and zip each and every way,
But a fly’s life barely lasts a day.
Bees, however, are vital to life
They bring me sweet honey
And listen to my worries and strife
They bring me my flowers
And taught me to grow
This meadow had thrived and fallen short
Of daisies and romance of a sort.
The wind blew and carried new seeds
The rain came to make a river
That brought new breeds
The river flowed with fish that glubbed
down the stream
The meadow grew
Just as it had dreamed
The river brought life
And the seasons changed
But my mind meadow learned
To go with the flow
And with my special bee,
the good flowers always return.
by Lindsey Shasrp