Buzzing Beneath The Sky
by Angelina Thai
Beneath the sun, in flowers bright,
The bees begin their daily flight.
They dance from bloom to bloom with care,
A tiny hum fills all the air.
They carry pollen on their backs,
No need for thanks, no need for plaques.
But without bees, our food would fade,
No fruits or seeds would then be made.
They work together, never rest,
In golden homes, they build their best.
Though small in size, they play a part,
That feeds the world and warms the heart.
So when you see one passing by,
Don’t swat it down or question why.
Just let it buzz and let it be—
That little bee helps you and me.
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