In a hustle n’ bustle the world spins around,
Tis’ no matter for this Bee n’ his flower,
Sun blazin’, or rain pourin’ with thunder’s sound,
Without the nectar he takes no cover.
Buzz, Buzz, from flower to flower he jumps,
Pavin’ way for yet more flowers to sprout,
Even as I near to catch a glimpse,
In his goal he stays so devout.
Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2015.