The King
Well! It was warm when I got here
But when it transitioned to cold the
Bee suddenly just dropped
I watched the bee fly across
My face, flying with harmony
At his pace
Then suddenly the bee just
Came tumbling on down.
I stood there watching it hit the ground
The bee’s wings tried to move around
so I watched to see if it would come around
but it didn’t
the bee just laid there.
I saw other flies flying, but this
Bee remained motionless
Hopefully the bee is
Far away in a distant place
Where the glows of
Evergreens make there grace
Making his presence known
Proud to say that the bee was
Here on earth and this
Was the bees throne
The birth from the honeycomb
The bee Flew from
The flowers the bee flew on,
The nectar, the hives
The sharp pain on my neck from your sting
This is what you are