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