The Passion of Beeing

 

Within the cool shadows of the living wall

Passion blooms in radiant enticing hues

of scarlet, gold and violet too

with silver tongues that sing the melody

of seduction, reproduction and sweet repose

such strains too sweet to be ignored

by Nature’s laborers of fertility

In droves they descend upon her bloom

 her treasure freely exposed

and eager for the taking

The hungry feed voraciously

humming quite loquaciously 

to hypnotize her will

to surrender

She trembles ‘neath the feathery touch

as deeply probed, extracting such-

the gems of future generations

“Share with me, and you shall see

the fruits of our unbridled passion”

Another and another come to worship at her knee

her suitors taking turn as she sighs,

“To be or not to bee”

Alas there is no choice for her as Nature knows its way.

 Her tender heart bursts inside out, fulfilling Passion’s play

Alas, the contradiction

as we give the benediction

Some intruders may be welcome, 

embraced and fed robustly

while mankind must put up

barb and blade to keep

out thieves and thusly

is his folly.

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CKP 2021

Be kind to the bees, for they ensure the continuation of all that blooms and grows. If they disappear, then so, too, shall we.