Buzzing Bees


The bees are buzzing

Their meshed together hymns


Never Worrying


Never stopping


Strays drop to the ground

Or get swatted away by a great force


The rest don't slow


The desperate cries of the long forgotten

They don't amount to half of the mumbled buzzing of the swarm


There's nothing left to do

But find their own way


Some stay lost

While others are lucky

Finding their way out of their suffering


The rest don't slow


But it is so 


So the bees keep buzzing


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